Phoenix Maplewood What of the Children

Her mothers call broke the girls concentration. He gaze focused fully on the tast at hand, tracking the rabbit that was milling about the Maplewood. Padma had kept her distance from almost everyone, her siblings and her mother. He father had dropped her off before leaving her and returning to the heat that had driven them from thier home. She was still unsure of what it was, what had caused the evacuation, or the disappearance of her father. He had yet to return. Thankfully the concept of time was only just starting to dawn on the young girl.

Venturing toward the call of her mother Padma approached the woman with much less exuberence that she would have two months ago. Having only seen her mother more in passing that in actually conversation, Padma was a little hesitant as to what had changed after the fire, but she wondered if they had done something to disappoint their parents. Was that why they had been so distant.