Layla's pov
"You know bubbles are for little girls right?" My mother scolded as I had dumped the whole shampoo bottle in the tub.
"I am a little girl,” I spoke quietly.
My mother seemed different today, she seemed sad.
She gave me a tight smile before walking over, crouching by the tub while her fingers ran gently through my hair, washing it.
"Some day, little girls have to grow up Layla and they have to do things on their own,” she explained, I listened soaking in my mothers words, wondering why she used my full name.
"Especially if something happens to their parents,” at this I turned around to look at her, she sighed, not making eye contact.
"Silly mom you and dad are going to be here forever,” I laughed and reached out of the tub to hug my mom.
She embraced me back tightly, sni
