Pea.

I went to this party, it was a family friends party, and my daughter was there. She's not really my daughter, i'm only fifteen. But I act like i'm her mother. She burps and giggles so cutely, and I tell her to say excuse me, and she does. We walked around the house holding hands, and I fed her dinner. 

Her name's Sophia.

I call her Pea.

She's six!

(And she's mine.)