Tiana was cradling the baby when she had drifted into the land of her eyes of growing up with her auntie

"Momma?" as she was used to calling her auntie growing up she was and had always had the thoughts that she quite was her mother.

"Momma, where are you?" called a six-year-old Tiana who had just gotten up from bed, obviously looking for her auntie who had been outside working on the garden.

She was given her breakfast before she then went on to the questions she wanted.

"Momma I have been meaning to ask you!"

"Go in baby girl?" she asked what do you want to ask?

"Where...