Amelia was awoken by something or someone pulling on her hair. She knew that it couldn't be Killian since it wasn't how he liked to play with her hair and she heard soft noises. Noises that she could never forget.
"Mara," she said, opening her eyes to be greeted by her daughter. "How long have you been here?" Amelia asked, pulling Mara close to her. "Did your grandmother or Gina try to put these ribbons in your hair?"
Amelia pulled out the pink ribbon that was barely holding onto Mara's hair. It was sometimes useless to put them in Mara's hair because of how much she moved around. "Your hair seems to have gotten longer," Amelia said, pushing back Mara's messy hair. "I hope nothing else has changed about you while I was not around."
