Flight To Brittania

"Moma, why are you you leaving without me?"

A pair of angelic hazel brown eyes stared at Angelica Marie as she was packing her clothes inside her large suitcase, that pitiful look Scarlette Ava gave her was enough to stop her on her tracks and her gaze was nailed to her daughter who was lying face down on their bed, both hands were resting on her cute chin.

She swallowed a lump on her throat wondering how would she explain the situation to her wise daughter. Not that Scarlette Ava would not understand. It's just she's going to ask a series of question to make sure she wasn't lying. She was too smart for her age she knew exactly how to make her surrender with her insistent questions which she must admit to her self that it makes sense at all.

She's not trying to be boastful, but when her daughter grows up, she would become one hell of a lawyer with her sharp wits that sometimes made her want to wish that her daughter wasn't that smart.