"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
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-♛ Zamira's Dream/Flashback ♛-
"Zamira stop playing with your food," Amara sighs pulling my plate of food away from me.
My eyes meet hers and my lips quiver as a cry escapes me, "Fuck- shit-,"
Ayana gasps and looks up from her drawing and at our older sister, "You just swore," she giggles standing up. "No. Sit".
Ayana smirks and goes to run towards the exit of the kitchen but Amara stops her and begins chasing her around the kitchen.
"Come here you little-"
"I'm telling Ma,"
My eyes continue to follow them as my head tilts in confusion of what my older sister's were doing.
"I want Mama." I make grabby hands towards Amara and she instantly stops chasing Ayana not after giving her a hard glare. "You better keep your mouth shut," she side eyes Ayana, earning a roll of the eyes from her.
"I can't promise anything, you just swore in front of a 4-year -old." She shrugs.
Amara looks at me and shakes her head, helping me out of my seat.
We begin walking up the stairs, making our way to our parents bedroom. A smile coated on our faces as we open the bedroom door.
"Mama," I happily jump onto the bed.
Her body doesn't move which confuses me because whenever I do jump on her or make loud noises she always manages to scold me then play little games with me afterward.
"Ma?" Amara shakes our mother, her body moving as if it were jelly.
Tears well up in my sisters and I know something isn't right when Amara goes to check her pulse, a gasp being let out, her head shaking rapidly as she begins to shake our mother aggressively.
"Ama," Ayana frowns.
"S-she's not-" Amara begins breathing heavily as sobs escape her.
What's going on?
"Mama," Amara begins to get frustrated at our mothers lack of response.
Ayana's teary eyes move to mine and she sniffs walking to me, "Mira, come here," her shaking arms stretch out to me.
