“Grandma, why does Mom's mood always change when I ask about my dad?" Edina inquired, her eyes brimming with tears. She thought Mom wasn't proud of her.
“Don't think like that, my love,” Grandma said softly, her warm voice filled with reassurance. “Mummy loves and adores you so much." You're her treasure." Edina's brow was wrinkled in suspicion as she refused to budge despite her attempts to soothe her with her hands caressing her hair.
Behind their words of consolation, she sensed they had a secret they were keeping from her. She threw herself on the bed and rushed off to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Since no one was willing to talk to her, she turned to her dolls for solace.
Edina was acting obstinately disobedient on a Monday morning, making it clear that she would no
