I think I've gotten used to this whole thing. As old as I am, I've learned something new. Babies shit a lot.

My day consisted of feeding the baby, cleaning after her.

I was there every step of the way as she had her first birthday and took her first steps. Now I can say proudly that she's an amazing young six year girl.

While I was petting and feeding a deer, i began singing. I sat down and got comfortable as the animals gathered around me.

Flora tugged on my dress and I looked down at her with a smile. I pinched her cheek. "What is it?"

"You're so cool mama!" "I want to be just like you when I grow up!" "You're like snow white!"

I chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Sounds like a wonderful plan dear"

"And you y/n come over here" "You're family too you know!"

"Mom who is she?"

I answered patiently. "She's Mama's friend" She has been around here for a while" "You just ran into her now though"

I watched as she ran to y/n and hugged her. "Aunty y/n is so pretty!" Y/n laughed in response.

Flora's eyes sparkled.

It didn't take long for chaos to ensue. One of the deers went into labor and I helped in delivering the baby. Flora squealed. "Aww look at the baby deer!"

I agreed, knowing that all life are precious.