Maxx's mother and I left us two in the house because her friends had already departed because it was getting late and they needed to rest; they can come back tomorrow.
If my first daughter is still living, Maxx is most likely her age. So I was completely unaware that Belinda had a child. Maybe that's why I didn't know because she didn't tell me about her life when she was working at our house.
"I liked Maxx when I first met her; she was a nice girl and a smart one; you're so lucky to have a daughter like her," I said to the two of us as I sat on the chair in front of Maxx, who was laying. I'm missing my first daughter all of a sudden.
"She often mentions you to me," Belinda added, "she claimed you always help her and she likes you to, she owes you." I looked at her and noticed her hand was shaking and she appeared frightened.
"Don't worry," I murmured, holding her hand, "all will be good; Maxx will be fine." She smiled, and I smiled back.
