Being Barrett’s child was the best thing ever. And you always knew that, ever since you were a kid. She was permissive with almost everything but knew when to be firm.

You trusted her, all the time. Now that you were a teenager, you could tell her everything, which not all teenagers can do with their own parents..

Now she was cooking dinner for both of you, while music of various musicals was being played, she was humming and singing along the lyrics.