Leya stopped singing and looked at me with her big blue eyes. “Why did you lie to mother?” she demanded, as her thick red hair swayed from side to side, still dancing to the song that was no more. Leya knew, she knew everything, she watched, she followed quietly, but she never joined me. She knew that Mother and I were very close, and that my long conversations with Mother were always honest and open. She felt left out, but hard as she tried, her conversations with Mother were short and choppy.... Sign in to see full entry.