"Nothing is wrong darling," she rubbed her back and walked her out her room. "I want you to know something, Miranda. I am so proud of you and I love you so much. I might not show it, but I care about you as much as I care for Jules, you are my baby girl too." she was holding Miranda's shoulder and brushed her hair down.
"Mom, I know you love me. Whats going on?" she asked Cynthia completely thrown off by her outburst in the middle of the night. "I did mean for you to go through all that back then, I am sorry I should have found you. I should have come to you sooner." she looked into her hands. "Its over mom, it was my fault anyway." she tried to comfort Cynthia. "No, it wasn't you were a child. Anything could have happened, I should have been more careful. I should have trusted you and told you." she began to sob again.
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WET
Short StoryCuriosity can be a cruel thing. Wet, is the story of any one who has ever been told to do something. Anything. Julia and Miranda were given one rule and with good reason. It is also the story of every parent who tries to shelter their child, Cynthia...
