Three months Contract

ond over there," Her hands outstretched as she eagerly pointed her index finger towards an oak tree, a big one, and behind it was a cute little pond just like she said. It was surrounded by

sly. He seemed angry, annoyed even. He grabbed his hair a few times then put his free hand on his waist and paced back and forth. Pamela frowned and tapped on her mom who was so absorbed in what she was doing on her phone, all smiles. "Mum!" Pamela called, slightly vexed. She didn't hear her daughter as her smile grew wider. "Muuuummm," she whined, tapping her again. Mrs. Benson jerked back as she felt a tap on her shoulder, "Yes, love? Sweetie, what is it?" "Mum, It's family time." "Sorry baby, I just had to do some things. I'm through now," She finished, tucking her phone away. Pamela smiled then suddenly frowned again immediately causing her mum's facial expression to match hers. "I almost forgot," Pamela muttered, as she looked toward where her dad was standing again. He wasn't there anymore. "He has probably walked away," She thought as she faced her mom. "Sweetheart?" Mrs. Benson called worriedly, caressing her daughter's hair. "I saw dad," She began. "His phone rang and he went to take the call but he seemed to be having a heated argument with someone." "Really?" Her mum frowned. "It seemed intense, mum. I hope dad isn't fighting with anyone," She said to her mum, worriedly looking around. "No baby, No," Mrs. Benson also looked around as she assured her daughter. "Your dad is not fighting with anyone. Maybe it's just some negligent worker at work." "I hope so," Pamela singsong as she toyed with her camera, seeming less worried. "Wow!" Mrs. Benson gasped, "are those the pictures you took? They're so lovely!" "Look at your father, all smiles," She said as she looked at the pictures. "This weather seems perfect. We should take more pictures. Where's your father?" Mr. Benson asked, looking around again. "Wait here, baby. Let-" Pamela interrupted her mum. "Mum! I'm not a baby anymore," She said giggling. "I'm fifteen," She said slowly, holding up a palm. "Before you know it, I'll be sixteen and I'll start dating". "You're my baby, baby. You'll always and forever be my baby even till you get old." "Oh please mummy, that sounds so cheesy," Pamela smiled. Mrs. Benson laughed, ruffling her daughter's hair. "Okay, I'll go get your father." "Aye mother!" Mrs. Benson laughed as she walked away, and Pamela looked after her. She smiled. Her mom has always looked so young and beautiful. Plus she's smart. It's no surprise why dad loved her so much. She is tall and slender with fat in the right places. She is beautiful, almost perfect just like dad. But dad has once told her that no one is perfect as everyone has a flaw. It was hard to believe what her