"How is she doing tonight?" A woman's voice whispered from outside the door.
"I can't get her to talk to me," a man's voice sighed gruffly. Cira continued to stare out at the night sky.
"Cira," the woman knocked at her door softly, "may I come in?" Before Cira could answer the woman had pushed the door open and walked into her room. "Cira," the soft voice spoke, "how are you feeling tonight?" Cira turned around and faced her mother. Her mother wore a floor length strapless yellow dress. In the middle of her chest she wore a golden brooch that resembled the sun.
"I'm fine, Mother," Cira sighed and shifted her gaze to the floor. Her mother sat down beside her and brushed Cira's butterscotch blonde bangs out of her face.
"Your father is worried about you," her mother whispered to her, "and I am as well." Cira avoided her mother's golden yellow eyes and began fidgeting with her fingers. "I wish you would talk to us," her mother continued as she placed her hands over Cira's.
"I'm fine, Mother," she finally smiled and looked up at her mother, "I really am." Cira's mother studied her for a bit silently.
"If you were truly fine your eyes would be smiling as well," her mother finally deducted. Cira shook her head.
"Nothing gets past you," she chuckled lightly then turned and faced her mother. "All I want is to be included," she sighed, "people treat me different because I'm your daughter." Cira's mother sighed.
"Then you wish to not be my daughter?" Her eyes dimmed considerably as she stared at her daughter.
"That's not it," Cira shook her hands and head trying to reassure her mother, "it's just, well, I don't know." Cira's mother embraced her in a loving hug. Their blonde hair tangled together as if it were hugging as well.
"How about this?" Her mother whispered, "we am going to Earth on the morrow. Would you like to come with me? Get out of here for a bit?" Cira jerked back and looked at her mother.
"You'd let me come?" Her blue eyes sparkled brightly.
"If it makes my daughter's eyes dance then who am I to deny her?" Her mother giggled softly.
"Thank you, Mama," Cira smiled. Her mother lifted herself from the seat and walked toward the door.
"We're leaving bright and early in the morning," she said as she looked over her shoulder at her daughter, "make sure you're up." Cira nodded and watched as her mother left the room pulling the door closed behind her. Cira stared up at the sky and smiled.
"Finally, a day out of here," she thought to herself, "I can't wait."