After seven years,Tiredly, Zelda bent a little, before she strapped the platter of cookies into the oven, before tamping it shut. She leaned against the counter, before strapping away her gloves. She wiped away the strand of sweat that flashed through her face,She gazed around the room, unusual, weird. It was quiet, her house was never quiet, but today was different, it was soothing to the ears."Mommy!" Grasp of breaths were heard upstairs, before a frail figure ran towards her, her tiny hands moving towards her face. Zelda leaned in, and the little girl squeezed her face gently, her face shining radiantly.Zelda sighed a bit, bending down a little, before she tucked her daughter's hair gently, she stroked her face, before muttering. "What is it, Layla?" She asks, her voice soothing as lemon.The little girl tried to grasp for breath, before inhaling the warm smell of cookies, it tensed her down a bit, and she sighed. "I am hungry, Mommy.""I know." Zelda pulled the little figure c

The next day,"Mommy, is this house for us?" Kayla ruffled her hair before slumping on the chair, her hands wavering in the air happily, her eyes searching for something, and she made a gentle gulp, "I can't believe we get to live this type of luxury, Layla."Zelda sighed, staring at the arranged clothes on the floor, countless boxes scattered around, now, she had to get to cleaning all those, and arranging them, when her manager had said that they would live in Manhattan street, she had been swept off. Manhattan street was the path that only celebrities lived on. It was the best.Zelda walked over to the window, before she propped the curtains aside gently, the gentle breeze of New York city greeted her, she enjoyed the warmth, and rubbed her cheeks. She stared at the huge living room that consisted of a rack of books, the huge couch that lined from the center of the room down to the end of the room.It was glorious, and for this first time in her life, Zelda was living this kind of