CLARAS POV
I watched as my little girl ran around with a few kids who were about her age. The daycare was exceptional, I'll admit. Almost as big as the main floor of the packhouse, with brightly coloured walls with all sorts of different themes. There was an endless supply of books, which was great; Isabelle loved to read. Or look at the pictures, as her reading skills were only just developing. Ben had brought me to the room designated for Isa's age group, but across the hall there were toddlers running around, pulling on the workers clothes and occassionally throwing food. How I did not miss that stage. Down the hall a ways was the room assigned for newborns and babies. And how I dearly missed that stage.
Now my little snuggler was her own person, with her own thoughts and feelings and
