"My dear Isabella," a woman said, her voice so gentle and bright. A young girl stood facing a brown-haired woman who was bending down. She cupped the small girl's face and brushed her cheek.
"I'm sorry that I have to do this to you," she said. Her voice cracking at the end. Isabella looked at her mother with glassy eyes.
"I-It's okay...I understand mommy," she said. She always tried to stay so strong for her parents when hardships arise.
"That's my dear Izzy," the woman said hugging her, tears finally spilling down the woman's cheek.
"Let me speak to Cathy please," the young girl nodded, she closed her eyes for a brief second and when she opened them again, they were blue instead of her usual brown color.
"I'm sorry to do this to you, but it's for the best,"
"I understand mothe
