Mum is standing in the sun, her blonde curls falling to her shoulders as she laughs. I haven’t seen her laugh like that in…years. And the reason behind the laugh is none other than the tiny girl who’s crazier and prettier than I ever thought. Teal fixes a ribbon on Mum’s dress and says something that makes her laugh again. The rare English sun shines down on both of them, making Mum’s hair and eyes shine and giving a glint to Teal’s black gaze. She’s smiling. It’s demure and discreet, but it’s there. A smile — a fucking genuine one at that.
