Lisie was throwing one of her tantrums again. I peered at her through my reading glasses that was perched atop my nose, as the sunlight streamed in through the shutters of the window. It illuminated the house and gave it a refreshing feel, creating a lovely aura that seemed to lift my dampened spirits.

She was sifting through the clothes that were strewn on the green couch in the living room. I uncrossed my leg from the comfy sofa I was sitting and put the nursing book I had been reading on Peculiar Pregnancies aside.

I sighed, trying to relieve myself of the stress that seemed overwhelming and took off my glasses, carefully placing them atop the small, sturdy, center table.

I slided from the sofa and folded my arms across my chest staring at my kid in awe. She was a wonder and even the little things she did, went a long way in warming my heart.

Lisie bore a frown on her chubby face and wrinkled her nose, she sighed in frustration and turned to look at me.

"I can't find it," she stated, her eyes watery and her breath coming in spurts.

I walked up to her and lifted her in my arms, watching her face pucker in exasperation. I kissed her cheek softly and she wiggled her eyebrows in delight.

I smiled. Whenever Lisie was happy, I was too. But whenever she was sad, she often threw a fit that tended to bring the whole world tumbling down.

"What were you looking for?" I asked, dropping her on the ground and smacking her ass that was non-existent in her tight blue jeans. She faked pain as she held her butt and jumped on the clothes, sending some flying in all directions.

She folded her arms and started wailing, flailing her arms in the air and kicking her chubby legs.

"Lisie," I started, feeling the stress lines form across my forehead and I fanned my neck with my hand. "Can you tell me what the hell you are looking for?"

At that, she furrowed her brows and puckered her lips. "I can't find my pink cotton gown you got for me on my birthday last year."

I blew out a breath, my hair sliding down from my bun and gracing my slender, squared shoulders.

"Is that what all this fuss is for?" I asked, throwing my arms in the air to show the incredulity.

She nodded her head slightly and slid down from the couch, gently picking up the clothes that she had sent flying. She could tell I was pissed; whenever she noticed a small change in my tone, she would sober up and give me a sincere smile. That would warm my heart and all my annoyance would vanish in an instant.

After she had finished putting the clothes in order, I held her by the hand and we headed in the direction of her room. The walls were adorned with various cartoon characters ranging from Rick down to Sponge Bob. The golden rays of the sunlight trickled through the open blinds and cast a warm glow about.

There was a huge floor to ceiling wardrobe that stood at the far corner of the room and a chestnut drawer by the side, with an oval mirror that was perched on it. The colour matched perfectly with the drawer and the walls of the room which was painted a pink hue.

It was spacious and airy and the only thing that seemed to occupy it largely, was the king sized bed that was adorned with floral patterns on the wooden frame, the red feathered quilt, and the pink fluffy pillows that were centered.

I couldn't say I was rich but, I always tried to make my house a home for Lisie and I. I wanted her utmost comfort in every possible way and always strived to give her the best things of life. It had taken a lot of effort but I knew eventually, it would pay off.

Lisie plopped on the bed and folded her arms around her small frame, her eyes darting here and there.

I sighed dramatically and asked, "have you checked in your wardrobe?"

I felt slightly irritated that everytime she looked for something and couldn't find it, the whole house would end up in chaos. And it was not only that, but when she played as well.

She bobbed her head and I made my way to the wardrobe, sliding it open thereby disconnecting it from it's hinges. I spotted different varieties of clothes, ranging from her school uniforms to summer and winter wears, down to her tailored outfits, all ranged accordingly.

My eyes roved over a number of items before I finally pulled out of a hanger, the pink cotton gown that she had been looking for earlier. I blew a breath, and turned to stare hardly at her. She was fiddling with the ends of the bedsheet and frowning her face in concentration. Not that she had anything important that made her facial expression that way.

I mean, it was only a dress. I tapped her softly and she bolted upright, turning to stare at me. I restrained myself from smacking her ass as I asked, "did you actually look for the dress?

As her eyes landed on it, she squealed in excitement and pulled me into a tight, body shaming hug.

"Thank you for finding it, mummy." Her breath was barely above my ear and it tickled my skin and made me pull back almost immediately. She took the dress from my hand and in a flash, she bounded down the steep stairs, to the living room.

I sighed yet again and plopped myself on the bed. I felt a bit relieved as I tried to engage myself in positive thoughts and activities in order to forget about my sorrows. My gaze flickered to the windows where a soft breeze grazed my skin and caused a slight shiver to run through my body.

My attention drawn, I drifted to the open blinds on the window and stared below. The house was elevated in such a way that you had to look steeply before you would be able to spot anything.

I heard Lisie singing shrilly in the living room, as I saw a shadow sift through the woods in the far distance. I rubbed my neck, an act I always performed when I was mulling over something and shifted closer to the window.

I could see the wild flowers fluttering slightly in the breeze and I gushed at the sight of pink daffodils curled up on a tree branch. I sighed heavily and stepped away, thinking of a way to pack my belongings.

There was no way around that, I thought to myself, as I headed for the stairs and heard a blood curling scream.