
Grandma wants to spend some time with Hugo and me, so we plan an evening together at the Humor and Hijinks Festival in the Art District. We’re meant to pick her up at home in Brindleton Bay, and while we’re at it, Hugo and I spend some time at the lounge that sits on the wharf.
There’s a private space there, and all I can hear is the sea, the sounds of the seagulls, and Hugo’s sweet whispers in my ear.

And Hugo’s squeals every time the baby moves.

Grandma is uber excited at the thought of becoming a great-grandma. She swears she’ll protect my kid with everything she has, and I know she will.

The Humor and Hijinks Festival is not quite as mesmerizing as the Spice Festival for me, but it is still visually stunning.

Okay, I love all festivals.

Grandma drinks one of the juices, but my pregnant belly says that I maybe shouldn’t, so I play with sparklers instead to amuse both Jokers and Tricksters.

Fireworks.

This will remain in my memory as one of my favorite days with Grandma.

It’s all so beautiful.















































