You were only weeks old and so very tiny when you showed me how much you had to say , when I would prop you on the pillow in front of me and you would lock your eyes onto mine and kick and wave and make all manner of coos and grunts . Your story was already fascinating and it only grows more so with each passing day . So now you are two . You look more and more like your big sister as you get older , but you are the only one of golden hair with highlights that no amount of money could buy . You are fiercely independent in some ways but you still love your mama .

Question: Why I love her so much ?
Answer: None of the above choices .Because I am her mother .Because I love people with golden hair like my mother .Because she has a lot of money .