As I fix up her favorite turquoise bow in her hair, her eyes light up immediately. She was beautiful, and I loved her more than she probably loved me. I never wanted to loose her. Not a bit.
"Mom?" She looks into my eyes enthusiastically.
"Yes?"
"Were you always a singer? Ever since you were a baby?" She asks, and let's out a unnoticeable giggle. I glared at her for a moment, and couldn't reply for a few seconds after she had asked.
"No. I wasn't." I say hastily, staring into midair. At that moment, it hit me. All over again.
