After a few years….
"Mom! Mom!" Victoria heard loud shouting from upstairs, and she was about to go and check what was going on when her 6 years old daughter came running to her with tear-brimming eyes.
"Azrael? What happened to you, sweetheart? Who painted your face like this?" Victoria asked her 5 years old daughter that she had with Alexander, her eyes creased in confusion.
"Wuwuw… It's brother Blake, mom. He and brother Jackson did this to me!" Azrael cried, making Victoria look at the boys in annoyance as she lifted her daughter in her arms.
"Now, why would you guys do that?" Victoria asked while she cleaned her daughter's face.
"Mom, we need to do that. It was important. And she should be wearing this bedsheet from now on. She isn't allowed to wear those clothes. Those clothes show off her skin," Jackson shouted while lifting a small bedsheet in his hand.
