Alena

"This one" Mom says, pulling out a pink dress from the clothe rack.

Ciara and I had gone shopping the next day for a dress I'd wear to Miss Micheal's wedding. I'd told Mom that she didn't need to accompany me but she insisted.

So, here we were in Miss Micheal's cloth store picking out a dress while Mom pushed baby Linden's stroller.

Whisking the dress from her hands, I went into the dressing room to change into it. Mom had good taste.

Stepping out from the dressing room, a short gasp escaped through Mom's lips. "You look like a princess"

I blushed. "Thanks, Mom"

"Do you like this...