Layla's pov
"Lay, lay where are you?" My mothers voice reaches my ears as a giggle escaped my lips, “could you be..." there was a short pause before her bright smile was in front of me, “here,” she finished her sentence grinning as her hands flew to my sides, tickling me as laughter spewed from me.
"Mama, I can't, breath,” I spoke in between the laughter.
Eventually she stopped and stared at me brushing some hair from my eyes as I sobered up from the laughing fit, "I love you Layla,” she spoke lovingly.
"I love you too mama,” I grinned as a giggle escaped my lips while she started her tickle torture yet again.
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If she loved me why'd she leave me, two thousand one hundred ninety three days, why mama, why did you leave me?
No matter how many times I push aside the thoughts of my par
