@dcntletmegetme Little Maya
Her mom was yelling. But her mom was always yelling. Especially at her dad. Maya Hart, at newly two years old furrowed her brow. But why would her mom be yelling at those people? The little girl shook her head, not being able to make sense of it and pushed herself off the bed she had been sitting on.
At the age of two, her only words at the moment were: no, yes, animal (which came out am-in-mnal) and mom, and she had just recently learned to walk. (What do you want from her? She’s a late bloomer okay?) But still, Maya toddled off even on unsteady legs through the halls of the Insititute. (To her it was a castle) She was so entranced by the colors of a glass stained window that she wasn’t looking where she was going and bumped into something very solid. Something so solid that she fell.
The fall didn’t hurt her but merely scared her. But Maya’s face turned beet red all the same and little tears started to gather in her eyes as she started to wail.