Your relationship with your mother was… confusing.

She worked lots to give you a good life, you knew that. She kept a clean house and fed you well as a child. As well as your two sisters.

But emotionally it was different. She resented you, because she looked in your eyes and seen your father. And because she envied the fact you still had options in life.

When you told her you were pregnant with a baby girl she starred into your eyes and said “I hope she’s exactly like you” a voice full of hatred.

And your baby is like you. She is Perfect.

Your husband of 6 years, Simon, a police officer, was enamoured both of you. Malaya June Riley. You named her. She looked like you, expect Simon’s large brown eyes.