"I hate you Mummy!" A tiny Elara shouts. Her blonde curls bounce with her 8 year old fury.
"Why would you say that?" I ask, trying to control my voice. "Mommy loves you." Elara shuffles beside me, putting down her work to stare at our girl.
"Because we're bad! All the kids make fun of me for being evil!" And there it is, our worst fears.
"You're not evil, shortstack. And neither is Mommy. Mommy saved the whole Republic. Wanna hear the story?" The distrust and anger slip from her eyes and she joins us.
"Your Mommy is my hero."