A hand tugged at her sari. “Up,” Padma demanded. “You’re a terror,” Bhumika said, with utter fondness, and swept her daughter up into her arms. She kissed Padma’s face and over and over again until Padma shrieked and kicked her little legs furiously. “My lady,” Khalida said impatiently. “Hand her to me and go.” Bhumika did, with one further kiss. It felt good to briefly relish this: the smell of her daughter’s hair, the soft riot of her curls; the sheer, joyous fury with which she greeted the world.
I'm obsessed with this 😭
