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Ridhi is 5 years old and lives with her Appa, Amma in a flat in Indra Nagar. Ridhi’s Ajji had come to stay with them for some time and Ridhi was having a great time playing with Ajji and listening to her stories. But today Ridhi was feeling very sad. Ridhi missed her Amma. It was 3 days since Amma had gone to the hospital.
“ Ajji How long to wait for Amma? When will she come back from the hospital with Appa.“ Has the baby come out from Amma’s stomach? I thought her stomach would burst with the baby becoming bigger and bigger inside”
“You know Ajji I think a Baby is like cake.  I wait and wait and watch the cake mix growing bigger and bigger in the oven and then Ting the oven makes a sound and the cake is ready to take out, no?. I think Babies are like that – they have to become bigger inside the tummy and then finally one day they are ready to come out. “Ting”. 

The doctor takes the baby from inside Amma and the Baby is ready like a cake...but ....but...only one problem. I am not so sure I want this Cake Baby.” Said Ridhi thinking how the baby had taken her Amma away from her.
“Shhhh. All is well Ridhi. Amma will be coming back today and she will have a surprise for you” said Ajji
“Surprise , what surprise? “ Just then a car came and honked just outside their flat.
 Ridhi could hear the car stopping outside her building. She ran to the window to see and Ajji ran to the door to open it. Appa and Amma came inside carrying the Baby . Ridhi watched them from where she was standing; the Baby was just like a cake with icing all wrapped up in a blue towel.
Ajji was smiling and kissing the baby, Appa and Amma were looking so happy. No one was looking at Ridhi. She felt like crying...
Then Amma looked at Ridhi. She smiled and walked to her. Ridhi looked at Amma. She bent down and hugged Ridhi so tight and kissed her many many times. Ridhi gave a hug to her too.
Amma said: “Chikku papa, is so lucky to have a Big Sister like you, you are going to help him grow big like you, won’t you?
Ridhi slowly smiled. She was feeling both sad and happy. Happy that Amma was back, but sad that Amma was now carrying another Baby.
“Am I not your Kutty Papa?” asked Ridhi
You are now my Akka Papa and this is your Tam’ma Papa”, said Amma.
“ No, he is my Cake Baby”, said Ridhi with tears in her eyes.
“What?!  That is so sweet Ridhi and now tell me why you have named him Cake Baby ?” said Amma.

Amma, Ridhi and Ajji with the baby slowly walked into the bedroom



~ How did you like this story??~ Suitable for 5 and 6 year olds
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