Kafli 40.
I wake up early in the morning but Mia is already awake and playing with her toys. “Mia” I grumble. She looks up from her toys and smiles at me, an image of her from last night comes rushing into my mind and I feel a little fear run down my back. She stands up from the floor and climbs into the bed with me. I hug her close to me and just shake the image out of my head. “Mia darling we have to talk about what happened yesterday” I say in a low stern but sweet voice. Her head slides up from my chest and I can see the worry in her eyes. Looking down at this baby girl that I do not know how old she is, at first I thought maybe six or seven but then younger because her body is so small but right now she looks like she is thirty. I have asked her but she just shrugs her shoulders. “What
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