“Are you okay, Nikki?” I lift my head from my task of chopping vegetables and stare at the adorable face of my little Jayden. He looks so much like me, it’s a little freaky. But his blond hair is shinier, like my mum’s, and his eyes are a light brown, like a warm forest during a sunny day. Despite being only nine years old, he’s the definition of a blessing. I don’t know what my life would be like if he weren’t around.
