Laura was a wonderful baby. She slept well, ate well and hardly ever cried.
Her rosy cheeks complimented her fair skin tone. She had the most beautiful smile that was ever plastered on her little angelic face adorned with faint dimples on each side.
Every morning, mother and child had a bonding session. Rebecca would pick Laura from her crib and sit with her on the brown mahogany rocking chair. She would then rock back and forth, singing softly, rubbing her tummy.
Coming up the stairs, Mariana, Rebecca's help stopped at the top. She loved listening to her employer sing. Lucky Laura, she thought. Mariana wished she had a doting mother like Rebecca. Her own died while giving birth to her. Snapping out of her reverie, she walked to the baby's nursery. She had a lot of chores.
Day by day, Laura grew into a beautiful little girl. She has her fathers eye's Rebecca admitted to herself, as much as she hated to. She didn't like thinking about him, but she couldn't help but notice their striking resemblance. He was a dark shadow in her life that she kept locked and hidden, but at times when she looked at Laura, she remembered him. His eye's.
Laura will grow up without him, she'll be okay.
At age 3 she went to kindergarten where she adjusted quiet well. Her teachers had nothing but praise and this made Rebecca proud. She shared her toys, helped other children and cleaned up after herself, which was very unlikely for a toddler.
As she grew, so did the number of drawings and paintings on the fridge. Yesterday was a colouring of a beach ball, today was a picture she drew of her mummy and her with the sun shining bright and multi coloured flowers in full bloom. The paintings and drawings made way for report cards full of gold stars, certificates of awards won in school. By age eight, everyone could see that she was a gifted child.
