Quite crazy how much of a year can change things.
"What do you think, sis?" Carol explained, holding up the picture frame for her sister to see. For Caroline, it was quite impressive how far Carol had come. Gone was the naive trainer, having been replaced with a wise and mature mother, a woman that her child called Aunt Carol
"Mother, Max won't stop messing with my hair!" May announced. The coordinator ran on out, except she had spiky hair instead of the usual smooth locks her mother and aunt sported. Both women took a deep breath, Carol being the one to motion for her to come over.
"It's alright, dear." she cooed, brushing the girl's hair back to it's natural state. "Better?"
The girl nodded.
"She's quite a beauty." Caroline remarked, Carol nodding. "Want to have some fun?"
