Crossley Gibson sat down, leaned over, and kissed her little face again, then turned her head and said, "…Raleigh, kiss Mommy, okay!?"
Two-year-old Raleigh Booker wrapped her arms around her mom's neck, then kissed her on the cheek and said, pouting: "Mommy, when I grow up, I'll earn money for you, so you won't have to work. I don't want Mommy to be so tired…"
The little girl, two years and one month old, looked beautiful and cute. Her voice was soft, like a little princess, and every time she was taken out, she was surrounded by a crowd.
Raleigh's eyes were big and bright, with long, long eyelashes like a Barbie doll. Everyone who saw her would ask if she was mixed-race, and she was very endearing.
Crossley Gibson treasured her as if she were a precious jewel, loved her from the depths of her heart. Watching her speak in that soft, childish voice, she adored her even more, unable to resist kissing her again.
