Amiya rushed to the bedside, her voice barely above a whisper. "Miss Carry, what's the matter?"
The sight of the maid only made Carry sob harder. "I want Daddy... I want Daddy..."
Her small fists pounded the sheets as her legs thrashed in frustration.
Amiya extended a gentle hand. "Miss Carry, Mr. Jacob's already gone to work. He said Mrs. Jacob would drive you to preschool. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
Carry spotted the cooking grease still clinging to Amiya's fingers and shoved her away with disgust. "Don't touch me with those gross hands."
Amiya pulled back, her voice still patient. "Alright, don't cry, Miss Carry. Mrs. Jacob will be back soon to help you get ready."
Carry twisted away, her jaw set stubbornly. "I don't want her helping me."
Amiya exhaled slowly, fighting to keep her composure. "Miss Carry, let me at least get you dressed before Mrs. Jacob returns. Otherwise you'll miss school entirely."
But Carry wasn't having it. "Go away! You're not my mom!"
