Zara's POV
On kicking Carla out of my mother's room, I blew a sigh of relief. Turning around, I walked back to my mother. Her bed had some pieces of divorce papers on it.
As I was picking up the pieces and discarding them in the dustbin, I said, “Mom, Carla would keep on bothering us and our job is not to get bothered, okay?”
My mother grabbed my hands and looked up with her eyes brimming with admiration.
Kissing my hands, she said, startled, “I couldn't believe my daughter is so mature and smart. Zara, I love you so much.”
This brought a smile to my lips, and I sat by her side. Stroking my slender fingers over my mother's fragile backhands, I said, “I love you too, mom. You are my entire universe.”
She instantly freed her hand to tuck the strands of my hair behind my earlobes, as sh
