In the master bedroom, Marisol was brushing Shanaia’s hair while Marina was making her bed. They were done bathing Shanaia and made her wear the most comfortable pair of pajamas.
While Marisol was brushing her hair, Shanaia noticed that she was sniffling.
“Marisol?”
Shanaia then turned towards her and took the hairbrush from her hand. Then Shanaia stood up and looked at Marisol while holding her arms.
“What’s wrong?” Shanaia asked.
“Don’t mind me, my lady,” Marisol replied.
Shanaia pressed her lips into a thin line and then let out an audible sigh.
“Marisol, I will ask you again and please tell me. What’s wrong?”
Then Marisol burst into tears and Shanaia ushered her to sit on the chair she was sitting on earlier. She rubbed her back and comforted her as she cried. Marina also cam
