"I know a good spot here." Sherry held Stacy as they walk hand in hand. Stacy was still feeling a bit awkward since she doesn't know how to respond to Sherry's doting action. It's kinda weird.
Since her mother died at a young age, Stacy haven't been close to any woman before except for her twin sister Erika. Stacy had been living with her dad for as long as God knows when. She doesn't even remember her mother's face, nor any scene during her childhood. Now she is wondering if her mom used to bring her to the park.
She looked at the woman who was holding her like a child. If Sherry's daughter is alive, she must be very lucky to have a loving mother. She smiled.
"Why? is there a dirt on my face?" Sherry asked when she notice her stares.
"I'm sorry. I was just thinking about something."
"What was that? is it a good one?"
"Ehm." She smiled shyly.
"Oh okay." she smiled. "Do I talk that much? Just tell me if you feel harass so I could stop, okay?" she chuckled.
