Smallara

With her hair finally sitting the way she wanted, Madison shifted to the next part of the morning.  Outfit.  That was never as quick as she claimed it would be.…

Makeup done, Madison turned her full attention to her hair as Cindy carried the brushes back to keep Madison's vanity clear and clean.   That was always the part that seemed to matter most. …

Greg and Cindy awoke the next morning to the sound of Madison’s alarm.  It had become routine.  That didn’t make it any easier.  The shrill tone cut through the habitat, bouncing off…

“So just so we’re clear,” Madison said, stopping at the bottom of the stairs, “you’re backing me. Dad comes to me, and I’m the one in charge.”  McKenzie gave her a look. Not…

Greg and Cindy had moved on to pulling debris from the treads of Madison’s sneakers. The tops were already spotless, nearly new-looking now under the desk lamp, but the bottoms were worse.…

Madison stayed in the desk chair for another minute or two, feet still propped up in front of them, absently scrolling through Shard while Greg and Cindy kept working.    The room…