Trish
The minute I got back to the safe house, I went to get Zia. “Hey baby girl, did you miss me?” I say when I walked in. She turns in the direction of my voice and smiles brightly. I pick her up and hold her close. “Did she eat anything?” I ask now, realizing it's already lunchtime. “She did, and I just changed her stinky diaper,” Ilra says in a baby voice, tickling Zia’s sides.
Zia giggles, but clings to me tightly. “We are going to play outside for a bit, are you joining us boys?” I asked the boys, and they immediately jumped up and ran to me. Their moms chuckle, but join us too. I sat down with Zia on the swing and started moving it. I did promise her I would take her on the swing. “Feeling better now?” I asked, kissing her chubby cheek. She plays with my hair, and then she says i
