One Hundred And Five

Zyrielle's POV.

"Can you help me with my zipper?" A small voice spoke and I looked up. I was confused because I didn't see her the previous night but she was just so cute with her pigtails and wide eyes asking for help.

"Oh, I can. Where is your mother?" Inquired from her stylishly as I adjusted her zipper. She looked like a shy person and it reminded me of when I was little. I was the most shy person in every room. As soon as people arrived in my house I always found a way of escaping.

"My mom is with aunt Clara over there and they told me to go and play. My mother does not like disturbance whenever she is busy with the family." The little girl answered in a sad tone.

Aww, my heart went out to her and it took every ounce of self-control in me not to move closer to her mother and stop this nonsense. If this girl continued this way she could be easily deceived by people who would show her affection.

A parent should ignore whatever they were doing and attend to their kids as long as