Ashley's pov:
5 years later
It was early morning, 4 a.m. My alarm woke me up. I quickly turned it off so I wouldn't disturb my little sister Layla's sleep.
Oh yeah, Layla. I gave her the name Layla when she was two weeks old. I wouldn't have realized that I was supposed to give a beautiful name to the cutest baby in the world if Aunt hadn't reminded me. She always reminded me of my duties toward her.
And speaking of responsibilities, I had to fulfill them too.
Ava and Aunt were there whenever I needed them. Their support gave me the courage to fulfill the promise I made to my late mom. Without them, I don't think I could have survived.
In these five years, there wasn't a single day or night when I didn't miss my mom. I missed her a lot. I always remembered what she taught me back the
