34. Falling

Rachel blinked at the portrait of herself. "Gosh, why am I so ugly? You couldn't possibly stick a photo like this in your journal, right, Sky? Mr. Hills, let's take one more picture."

Edmund exchanged glances with Sky. Seeing the little girl shaking her head faintly with a mischievous smile, he grimaced.

"It's a shame, the capacity is limited. My photo paper will run out if we hope for perfect results. This one is okay. The important thing is that Sky is still beautiful and the pangolins are visible."

"Yes!" Sky snatched the photo and secured it in her shirt pocket. "This photo is good. No need to repeat it."

Rachel sighed in disbelief. "How could it be good? My eyes are like a sleepy chicken. Let's redo it. Just once is fine."

"Don't be sad, Mama. You're always beautiful no matter what the circumstances."

"Yes," Edmund continued, "you are always beautiful, Rachel. Don't worry. Now, Sky, can we go home?"

"Yeah!" Sky nodded firmly. "Mama, come on, put me down. I can walk by myse