Nightmares

Zoe's POV

I bit into the steak and let the flavour sip into my tongue.

"Mum, it's so good." I gasped to which she only chuckled and she pulled gently at one of my pig tails.

She turned away from me but not fast enough I still saw her smile die on her lips. She began to wash the dishes.

I swung my leg as I continued to revel in the deliciousness of the dish.

The room was fairly in order although it smelt faintly of mould. Mum said it was the rain rotting the ceiling and that it will be alright.

A cry tore through the air, slightly stunning mum but I was out of the chair and by Andrew's side in second. My baby brother writhed in his little creaky cot, his face flushed pink and tears rolling down his face.

I reached out my stubby hands and carried him. The way I saw mum do whenever he was upset.

He quieted down a little and something nudged my shoulder. I looked up to see it was mum smiling down at me, handing me his bottle. I took it and sat. I fed him by myself for the fourth tim