Alexia
“I am so proud of you for wanting to help. Do you train with warriors?” I ask and she frowns. “No, my mom doesn’t want me to. She wants me to be a nurse. I want that too, but I also want to be a warrior,” she says. “I have an idea. I will speak to your mom about it.” I say and her face lights up.
“What idea? Will you really speak to my mom?” she asks and I chuckle. “Yes, I will. If she agrees, then you can train with me and Jessica in the morning, then help out here after.” I said. “Yes, please. I would really love that,” she says, squealing. “Only if your mom agrees,” I say, and she nods.
“Do you know who the little boy, Thomas’s mother, is?” I asked her and she nodded. “Yes, his mom works in the kitchen. Her name is Abigail, but I don’t know who his father is. She joined our p
