It was bright an early, as it turned out Letha had been rising earlier because when Nadia was awake, she found herself awake too, entertaining her, cooking breakfast, cleaning, whatever it was to keep the both of them occupied. That little girl was an early riser and it didn’t bother her mother in the slightest, she wanted nothing more than to spend every waking hour with her, the few months she missed felt like a life time.
This morning, however, the young girl noticed her mother was particularly off, she asked what was wrong but of course, Letha deflected. She wasn’t about to unload her woes onto her toddler. When Letha began cleaning up plates and what not from their morning escapades Nadia snuck off into her parents bedroom.
“Daddy..” The small voice whispers, echoing through the room before small feet patter along the floor, she tugs the blanket that he’s tangled in. “Mom is acting all stressy again..” At a young age, she was oddly accustomed to the word stressed.
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