“Mommy, why does she looks so sad?”
Erica grimaced at Heather’s question. She glanced over at her boyfriend, Tom, busy scratching his armpits, making faces and “ooh, ooh” sounds. She frowned and turned back to her daughter. “She misses her home and family, sweetheart.”
Heather looked up, her blue eyes wide. “Why don’t they let her go home?”
“Because it’s just a big, dumb animal, squirt. They don’t really feel,” Tom said as he smirked.
Erica glared at him. “Tom, could I talk to you a moment?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Stay here, honey. Mommy will be right back.”
Erica walked off and started arguing with Tom. He threw up his hands and stormed off after a few minutes. Erica strode calmly back to her waiting daughter. “Mommy, why did Tom leave?”
Erica realized the glass enclosure let Heather witness everything in the reflection. She sighed, then mustered up a smile. “Well, honey, he’s just a big, dumb animal, and we’re better off.”
Tiny fingers intertwined with hers and the two moved on to the next exhibit.
Word Count: 179
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