Her mother was nothing like this, she knew it. She cowered away from her mother after her mother had beaten her, leaving marks on the young girl's body.
The woman who had been furious with her skin that had started to darken with her tongue turning and her eyes changing, they finally went back to look human. She looked at her daughter who didn't look up at her. With a sigh, she reached her daughter when the girl scooted away to only raise the anger which was slowly evaporating.
"Come here, dear," she raised her hand, her voice sweet and her eyes looking gently at looking at the little girl.
Penny had wrapped her hands around herself when she looked at her mother. She shook her head scared to go to the person whom she believed was not her mother. Her mother would never have reacted to her like this and never would have touched the rabbit roughly.
"You aren't my mother," said the little girl, the voice coming out in a whisper as she moved away.
