Broken

Chapter 4: Teenage pearl

Mrs. Caira returned home with a proud smile on her face and a tricycle in her arms. Her eyes met Lizzy's surprised look as she removed her helmet. Lizzy's mouth hung open, unable to grasp what she was seeing.

"Old Caira drives a tricycle?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with skepticism.

Mrs. Caira responded with a chuckle, "My baby, you know I've got muscles like you. Old Caira can do more, baby girl. Now come here and plant Momma some kisses."

Lizzy approached her, placing a delicate kiss on her forehead, feeling the warmth of their bond.

Mrs. Caira noticed a scent of noodles on Lizzy's breath as they entered the home.

"My baby was pretty hungry today," she replied, amused.

Lizzy smiled sheepishly, belching out an apology, recognizing the unexpected effect of her strong appetite.

Lizzy suddenly realized she hadn't charged her phone. As she plugged it in, she observed Mrs. Caira racing out again. Lizzy shuffled toward the door, her curiosity piqued, to see what Mrs. Caira was up to.

Mrs. Caira was bringing in a piece of heavy luggage from the back of her tricycle, which she spotted through a crack. Mrs. Caira expertly hauled the hefty luggage inside, which Lizzy watched with astonishment. She admired her bravery, wishing to assist but restraining so as not to expose her eavesdropping.

Mrs. Caira shouted out in a humorous tone, "Come out, baby girl. Momma sees you!" Lizzy emerged from her hiding location, surprised that Mrs. Caira had noticed her presence.

"Nothing stays hidden from Momma Goose," Mrs. Caira said, smiling.

Mrs. Caira excitedly opened the bag, exposing an array of lovely outfits. Each one seemed to be designed for a certain occasion dance party, a dinner date, cradling Akim in her palms, and so on.

Mrs. Caira continued to list the numerous outfits, demonstrating her passion and attention to detail. Lizzy couldn't help but grin, moved by such an outpouring of love. Mrs. Caira's attentiveness in going to the market to purchase this gorgeous clothing astounded her.

"This one's short!" she remarked as her gaze fell on an especially short garment.

Mrs. Caira replied, mischievously chuckling, "That's why it's for a party, baby girl. You know how those girls look when they want to snatch my baby girl's hun."

Their lighthearted banter filled the room with laughter and joy, creating a warm and loving atmosphere that enveloped Lizzy's heart.

Mrs. Caira was not only a friend, but also a true mother figure to Lizzy at that point.

Lizzy's eyes gleamed as she imagined herself wearing the outfit to a boisterous party, the music pulsing through her veins and dancing to the beat. The outfit seemed to promise adventure and exhilaration, and Lizzy couldn't stop herself from laughing wildly at the prospect.

Mrs. Caira's and Lizzy's laughter mingled, infusing the room with warmth and delight.

On these occasions, Lizzy felt a strong sense of belonging, as if she had discovered a family in Mrs. Caira. Lizzy treasured every gesture, every phrase that showed the elder woman's unshakeable and unconditional affection.

Mrs. Caira's face softened as their laughing faded, her eyes filled with affection and longing. She reached out and gently stroked Lizzy's cheek, her touch warm and comforting.

"My baby girl, these dresses represent not only your beauty but also your strength and resilience," she said softly.

Mrs. Caira's profound comprehension of Lizzy's ambitions and dreams warmed Lizzy's heart. She understood that these garments represented more than just tangible belongings; they were a monument to their bond and the unsaid commitments they made to each other.

Lizzy felt unstoppable with Mrs. Caira by her side, ready to tackle any obstacle that came her way.

Lizzy tried on each dress as the day proceeded, twisting and spinning in front of the mirror, enjoying the way they complemented her features and made her feel wonderful.

Mrs. Caira beamed with delight, her eyes gleaming with joy and tears. She had imagined Lizzy embracing her beauty and stepping into a world of limitless possibilities.

Mrs. Caira recounted memories of her teenage exploits during their lighthearted fashion presentation, remembering nights spent dancing under the moonlight and wonderful meetings that left her heart fluttering. Mrs. Caira's colorful energy and the stories of love and excitement that had colored her past captured Lizzy's attention.

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