"What are you looking at, honey?"
Molly looked back at her mother, Sylvia. "Nothing."
Sylvia held up a yellow dress on its hanger. "Well don't you want to try on this dress?
Molly wrinkled her nose. "Not really."
Sylvia lowered the dress with her other hand on her hip. "Don't use that tone with me, young lady!"
Molly looked back at the mirror. "Im sorry. Monica says the dress is too bright for me."
"Are you alright, ma'am?" the store lady asked.
"I'm sorry," a man said as he slowly started ushering Sylvia toward the door and added, "She's been through quite a lot these last couple of days."
Molly giggled, still turned toward Monica. "Daddy is being weird again."
Monica shook her head. "Don't you know anything? Daddy can't see us," she said with a hint of resentment. "But at least Mommy can see you."
* * *I am linking this story with Angela Goff's VisDare , a weekly writing challenge of giving your best story in 150 words or less.