Sylvia wanted to cry as she was left just barely three years old. Her clothes blanketed her as Mary struggled to carry her. Sylvia soon watched helplessly as Mary crossed the street from the gas station to a playground. Setting Sylvia down she looked wide eyed as Mary must have barely looked ten years older than her, and she fit in with any of the other kids running around the yard.
Sylvia could hear a step behind her as she suddenly felt herself getting picked up, gasping she turned her head to see Tress, her grandmother, now young adult. "So that's were you went, naughty naughty Sylvia, what did we say about running off?" She said with a waggle of her finger. Looking down at Mary. "And you, you should have grabbed me than trying to chase her by yourself. But atleast you both are safe."
Tress set down Sylvia as she shook her head. "Alright you too, I'll give you another few minutes to play but then we are heading home ok?"
Sylvia turned to see Mary start to run towards the swings as she was left struggling to comprehend all that had just changed. One more fight and she'd end up back in her mom. Sylvia looked worried given there was nothing more argumentative than a just turned teenager.