Malachi

Sofía held her basket tightly, but her eyes were still a bit sad. She looked up at her parents. “Can we go home now?

You continued on, Sofía's hand in yours as she skipped along, her mood visibly improving with each house. Malachi walked beside you, keeping an eye out for any more mean kids. "Maybe we should get her a new dress next year," he suggested quietly. You nodded in agreement. "Definitely. Something even more beautiful.

Sofía looked up at you and Malachi, her little hands clutching her basket. "I want more candy." Malachi chuckled and ruffled her hair. "We'll get you more, sweetheart. Just keep an eye out for any more houses with lights on.