Hazel's POV
I open my eyes after a deep sleep. Yes, deep sleep after days. Not because I felt extremely comfortable in my own parents house. But because I cried till my eyes felt heavier than my entire body. I just slept like that.
I turn to my right and I see Savannah still sleeping beside me. I smile at her and place a tender kiss on her forehead.
There is no way in hell I am giving this little girl a hard time, because I cannot sort out my own life.
I take a shower and by the time I walk out, my daughter is already up from sleep. And she must be downstairs with her grandparents. She is bonding with them well now, than before. That makes two of us.
When I was a teenager and young adult, I remember almost hating them. For not giving enough time for me. For not accompanying me to
