Mia’s Point of View
“Mommy… I’m scared,” I blurted, grasping my skirt. There were bad guys behind us, and mommy was driving so fast.
“Don’t be worried, sweetie. We will be fine.” Mommy looked at me and smiled warmly just for a second before concentrating on the road again. I tried to figure out if someone was following us. The highway was straight and empty. I couldn’t see another single car apart from ours. Who were we running from? Nothing was clear to me. Well, I was around ten, maybe. Too young to understand the complications of life.
Suddenly mommy gasped, and her eyes changed. She looked at me once, smiling. I felt as if she was sad. She murmured something and then caressed my hair and my face, then my chest. A warmth built up in my heart. Mommy used to do that often. That was ho
