DHRITI POV

I was chasing after Ira, my little whirlwind of energy, as she danced around the living room.

Her giggles filled the air, and her mischievous spirit made it impossible not to smile, even when I was feeling exasperated.

"Veer ki bacchi, stop!" I yelled, trying to sound stern, but my voice cracked with laughter as I watched her dart away.

"Mumma, no juice!" she squealed, her laughter ringing like a bell, innocent and carefree.

I could hardly believe how this girl, my daughter, had become so naughty in just a few short years.