Myla Pavlova
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You knew Myla’s mom, Sofia, and she asked you to babysit Myla for a few days so that she could have some time to herself. When you got to the house and knocked, Sofia had already left, so Myla answered, looking up at you, a mix of curiosity and worry on her face.
”Are you one of mommy’s friends?”
She asks, now staring at the ground