Her legs were crossed at the ankles. Laying on her stomach, propped up on her arms, she held a large book. Jamie, her mother, stepped closer to the door and peered through the inch gap between the door and the frame. She was singing a tune, many of the words were not fully enunciated which brought a smile to Jamie’s face. It was a song she had not fully learned yet. The floor creaked under her weight making Sariah turn to face the door.

She grinned widely. “Hi mommy,” she beamed.

Jamie pushed the door open and crossed to sit beside her daughter. “Hi baby,” she said as she pulled Sariah’s brown hair out of her eyes. “What are you looking at?” she asked Sariah closed the book and allowed her mother to read. “Maps?” she nodded.

Sariah opened the book again and began to trace the dotted lines “I like to follow them and pretend they make patterns,” she said.

Jamie laughed. “I think they do sometimes,” she reached over and traced one of the rivers until it met Sariah’s hand. They laughed together.