"Mommy, no. Not my feet."
Her little lips puckered up like rose petals and reached out to hug Lucia's neck while she shook her head continuously. She didn't want that. Not that.
Lucia rustled her daughter's hair, but her fingers paused, afraid to touch it again.
She hid her hand behind her back. There was a lock of her daughter's soft hair on her fingers. Her heart ached as she held her daughter closer.
"Mommy, I will be good. Please don't let the dog touch my feet. Please?" Rainy grabbed a bunch of her mother's hair and played with it from time to time. Her favorite was her mother's hair. It was black, and it smelled nice. She wanted her hair like her mother's, to be a beautiful Rainy.
"Alright." Lucia nodded.
"Mommy, I'm hungry. I want to eat your noodles." She heard what she had b
