My 22 month old daughter, when she wants to be picked up in my arms,
she pushes her belly onto my legs, open her arms widely, looks up straight at my face, stands up on her toes, takes steps up and down, up and down as if she is trying to fly up.
And she say..
"Ana, Ana, AnaAna"
Her beautiful voice will be in my heart forever.
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