Emma’s arrogant yet carefree voice sounded from the other end of the call. “Sabrina, have you eaten?”

Sabrina put down her phone for a moment and turned towards her daughter who had just finished drinking her glass of milk. She coaxed softly, "Aino, I need to take this call. In the meantime, go to the cloakroom and pick out a jacket that you like. You can show me after you put it on. Okay, baby?"

"Okay! I can do a good job myself." When her father wasn’t at home, Aino could be very independent