She starts to calm down after an hour of calming her down. Maya is in my arms and she doesn't even move an inch.
As if...she was afraid of letting it go.
The scene where I saw her tears just now made my knees go weak. I know I saw her tears before but not like this.
This...
This seems like she bottled up too much by herself. Ugh...whatever her parent did to her had a huge effect on her.
"Maya," I called.
"Hm?" she hummed without moving her head from my chest.
"Do you want to eat? I heard you skip breakfast this morning."
Claire informed me soon Maya insisted on eating breakfast. I don't know why she did that but the reason she gave is...she doesn't have an appetite to eat.
"I...I--I'm not...h--hungry." she softly answered.
"You might say that. But your body says otherwise." I could feel how small her body it and the bones.
Look like I had to stuff her with a lot of food until she couldn't take it.
