Upon hearing your soft sobs and cries not too far away, Abigail quickly made a bee line towards you, and while you desperately hid your face and wiped away the tears, you couldn't fool her.

"Hey, hey, come here sweetheart. What's the matter?" Abigail asked softly, reaching a hand out as she wrapped her hand around your little arm. She kneeled down to your level and gently turned you to face her.

"Look at me, what's wrong?" She asked again, her eyes gazing at your tear streaked cheeks and your quivering lips as she waited for your response, and her hands held both of yours softly whilst her thumbs gently rubbed across the backs of your hands, giving you the motherly comfort you always sought from her.