Slipping the white blouse on her upper body and pairing it with simple beige trousers, Tiara tied her hair back in a low ponytail. She stepped out of the room, all dressed and smiled softly as she found her daughter sleeping with her tiny fingers curled in fists on either side of her head.
Tiara brought her trembling hands forward as she traced Lilian’s little nose with the tip of her finger and caressed the soft skin of her cheek. She kept looking at her sleeping face, trying to take as much of her sight as she could take in mind.
Her heart sank in her stomach as she felt like herself breaking down with the thought of never seeing her daughter again. Her eyes were tearing up but she was not allowed to cry that day and looked up to stop her tears from falling down.
Tiara stayed in that
