She let the intoxicating smell of the girl feel her, chasing away all the thoughts of her past.

~

Ashley was amazed.

Amalia was an adorable, brilliant, little girl.

It made Ashley’s heart sink when she discovered this.

Ashley had woken the small child after their dinner was delivered. She took the small child into the kitchen and proceeded to feed her. The child was reluctant at first, not meeting eye contact or speaking much. She felt bad, but after starting up small conversation with the small girl and getting her out of her shell, she noticed the child was wonderful. Ashley brought her into the playroom after dinner. The little girl played a lot, talked a lot, and made the young rock star smile more than ever.

“Mamá, wook at her. Tis is Cowey.” The little girl said dragging her favorite doll by the hair behind her. Ashley smiled as the doll slide across the wooden floor of the playroom.

The little girl held the doll up to her mother to show her. Ashley, who was sitting Indian style, smiled and took the doll from the little girl. She examined the doll in her hands, a hungry feeling whelmed in her stomach as she knew that the money she sent for her daughter had bought it. She couldn’t even take time to pick out it her fucking self.

“Wow, baby, this is pretty. She looks just like you!” Ashley said smiling at her daughter. The look on her daughter’s face was priceless to the older girl. Every time she was with the girl the small child would never show any emotion, unless Spencer was around. She was happy that the little girl was letting herself go so freely.

The little girl bobbed her head up and down eagerly. “Yup yup.”

Ashley sat the doll in her lap, the blonde doll’s hair still a mess.

She looked at her daughter and smiled. The little girl stood in front of her mother happily. She thought this would be a good time to ask her daughter about earlier. “Baby, does Spencer ever do that when I’m not here?”