The past i
The little girl with dirty brown curly hair and a tattered dress walked into the room, her head bowed and her eyes puffy.
“What in Selene’s name have you done again?” Joana asked standing up from her rocking chair.
Her eyes were wide, her hands on her hips as she looked at Moon, who looked up at her. Moon’s lips were pushed out as if she was going to burst into tears all over again.
“Mama, see…” Moon called, her lips bent downwards as she rolled up her sleeves to reveal a fresh cut with dried blood.
Joana’s face distorted at the mention of ‘Mama’ from the little girl, her lips twisted in disgust, she felt bile coming up to the back of her throat at Moon’s voice.
“I am not your mama.” She had wanted to tell the thin and sickly little girl to her face but bit her tongue
