Let her speak herself

Somewhere in the small town of Pergolovia, where the Dennis family lives, a young mother sat on the floor with her legs folded and her twins gathered around her.

"Mummy, is that Auntie Mila?" a curious Abby asked, leaning closer that she almost fell from her mother's shoulder.

Lacie tilted her body to the side, then held her daughter steady. "Easy there, flying dragon," she muttered.

"Yes... that's your aunt. Doesn't she look pretty?" Lacie zoomed in on the picture of Mila standing close to the pool.

Abby nodded, "Yes, I wish she's my mummy."

"Heh," Lacie chuckled softly, "Why? Because she's pretty? Your mum is prettier, don't worry."

The little girl squinted, giving a quick glance at the picture. She sighed.

"What does that even mean?" Lacie could hear the voice even without the girl speaking, and the condescending manner in which her daughter looked at her spoke volumes.