Glory by Yash
"Glory! Come out, come out, wherever you are." Brenda opened another closet door, but it was empty. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of movement underneath the staircase. "Glory will you please come out, we have to go."
"No," a childish voice said firmly yet wobbly. "I don’t wanna go."
Brenda looked around the living room devoid furniture except for a few blankets lying on the floor. "But if we don’t leave, then Nana, Aunt Robin, and everyone will be all by themselves. We don’t want that do we?" she asked.
A little brunette headed pre-schooler peered around the staircase and whispered, "No."
Brenda opened her arms, "Come here, baby."
Slowly Glory with tears in her eyes came to Brenda. She wrapped her arms around her and hugged tightly.
"I know you don’t want to leave here to be honest neither do I." Brenda loosened her grip so she could look at her daughter. "But Nana and the whole family are waiting for us. And what does family do?"
"But I don’t wanna move," Glory pouted.
"I promise we’ll come back to visit. We have to make sure Uncle Palmer and Aunt Opal are okay. We have to help Grandma bake chocolate chip cookies and play with Maddie, Sam, Lorenzo, and Lily." Brenda wiped the tears from Glory’s face. "You’ll make new friends." She kissed Glory’s cheeks.
Burying her face in her mother’s neck, she mumbled, "Can my new friend be a horse?"
"Did you just ask, if you can have a horse?"
Brenda laughed, "We’ll see, baby. We’ll see." She embraced her daughter again enjoying her precious, innocent toddler smell.
She opened her arms again as Glory scooted over to make room for Robbie. Robbie toddled to her mother. "Did you have a good nap?"
Robbie nodded while Glory kissed her.
"Who are the two people I love most in the world?" Brenda inquired.
"Me, ‘loria-Anna Cerullo Barrett."
"Me," Robbie exclaimed pointing to herself.
Glory helped her say her name.
"Robin-Lois Scorpio Barrett," the girls stumbled through together.
"I love you guys more than anything in the world," she declared.
"We love you, mama."
She held them a minute longer than let go. "Time to go, guys." She picked up the blankets Robbie had slept on and headed for the door with the girls in front of her. Brenda paused at the doorway and looked around the house that had been her home for over two years. Tears welled up in her eyes, she’d miss this place. She’d miss Pine Valley. Robbie tugged on her leg and she closed the door. "Port Charles, here we come."