"Well, she kicked me in the face, and I yelled loudly upon instinct, and she freaked." takeo said, trying to say it in the simplest and quickest manner possible.
Morgandy stroked Amaya's hair. "Well, next time, don't take it out on her." She looked at Amaya. "Come on, sweetheart. Lets get you something to eat."
"Ok, mommy." Amaya said, smiling.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby