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"Well, her mom hurt her ankle, and she's having a little trouble walking so we're going to buy her a brace. Do you know what that is?" I hear a small no. I look down, and she's already looking up at me, clearly waiting for me to explain. "It's something people sometimes use when they're injured. It's used to protect her foot while it heals, and it's going to help your mom feel better."

"Can we get her a pink one?" Honestly, if I could, I would. It would make running these errands with me exciting for Rose, and it would make Scarlett's recovery a little more fun. But I look ahead at the options we have in front of us and all of them are black.

"They don't have any pink ones, sweet girl." I tell her, but her mind is already on something else.

"Can I get a toy?"

"Not today Rosie." She scoffs. I'm taken back. I'm not used to this kind of behaviour from her and I hope this won't lead to a tantrum. "Drop the attitude. You're four, not fourteen."

Luckily, she does. I'm not going to lie, I was scared she was going to have a fit in there. Rose has always been very well-behaved around me for the most part and I don't feel comfortable parenting Scarlett's kid when she's not there.

I pick up one of the braces and Rose and I head to check out in silence. It's a bit awkward and I don't really know how to act, it's never been like this between us before. Thank goodness there isn't anyone waiting at the register, now we don't have to wait. After all, it is a Tuesday morning and people are at work.

I should be at work...

"Thank you so much, have a nice day."

Rose and I walk out, but before I can pick her back up she stops me. She wants to carry the brace in her backpack, I instantly agree. She turns around and lets me open her bag, which looks massive on her. I stuff the brace in there and she looks at me with the proudest little smile on her face. "Now we can go!" She announces and starts to leave without me.

I run to catch up with her. It only makes her speed up a little, and if we weren't in New York City I would be playing with her. However , with cars and traffic, and people all around us, I don't feel comfortable joking around. I eventually grab her hand and I guide her through the streets of the city to our next stop.

We enter the bakery and the warmth of the place instantly hits us, as well as the smell of fresh baked goods. "What do you want Rose?"

"I can't see!" She whines, trying to get on her tiptoes. I hoist her up on my hip so she can get a better view and I give her a couple of minutes to decide. There's no one behind her so nobody is rushing us to make a decision, which I think Rose enjoys. I can see her going back and forth between the croissants on display and the madeleines. "Can we have three croissants please?"

"And we'll take two hot chocolates. Thanks." I add and take out my card to pay. It's hard as Rose refuses to let me go. Again.

As soon as we leave the store, Rose burns her tongue trying to drink the hot chocolate. The little one has no patience but maybe that'll teach her something.

"Wait!" Rose yells in my ear. I internally sigh, I'm not going to lie all I want to do is go back to Scarlett's. My arms are growing tired and we bought what I had on my list. "We're missing something! Flowers! We always get mama flowers!"

So, without any questions asked, I turn around and we make our way to the shop. It's a bit further away than I would have liked but what the girl wants the girl gets. The whole way there she tells me how she wants to get pink flowers before we couldn't get pink 'medicine' for Scarlett. I mean, I do have a bunch of pink flowers she can choose from. She occasionally takes sips of her hot chocolate, and now she has a cute little moustache. I finished mine a while ago, so I bet hers should be almost cold now, however she doesn't really seem bothered by it.