“Spencer honey careful,” Paula called out to her four year old daughter as she ran across the sand of the little sand box in their back yard, “You too Ashley,”

The six year old brunette nodded vigorously as she chased after the four year old, the two giggling uncontrollably. Paula smiled warmly at them, she felt like she had two daughters since Ashley was usually over at her house for the entire day. No one really minded how often she stayed over since when she was you couldn’t get Spencer to shut up. After the first incident Spencer still didn’t talk unless the girl was over and than it was only Ash, Ash this, Ash that…her bottle was Ash, her parents and brother were Ash.

Everyone was actually getting sick of the word and prayed she started saying something else. Eventually she did. Soon her bottle was baba and her mom was mama and dad was dada but still the only time she would use her words was when Ashley was over. The psychologist assured them she’d begin using language even when the brunette wasn’t over soon; she was just using the girl as a sort of security blanket.

“Mama,” the four year old tugged on her mother’s sun dress.

Paula blinked and glanced down, she didn’t even notice her daughter running up to her. She was sitting in a lawn chair, leaning back and enjoying the sun rays, “What sweetie?” she asked tucking loose strands  of blonde hair flowing in the wind.

Ashley was standing next to Spencer with wide eyes, almost a bit jumpy for the younger girl to finish asking the question.

“Where stars?” she pointed up at the blue sky with milky white clouds rolling by slowly.

Smiling Paula wiggled her finger bringing the girls closer as if it was a big secret, “They go bye bye during the day,”

“Why?” this time it was Ashley as she stared up at the sun but realized it hurt to much and quickly glanced down rubbing her eyes.

“Well…” the older blonde quickly tried to think of a good explanation for a four and six year old, “The stars don’t like the sun so they hide during the day,”