Chapter 7, Regina POV
"Henry, will you watch Dakota for a moment when I make dinner?" I asked Henry, I knew I could trust him with her even though they only met a second ago.
"Sure mom" Henry smiled and took Dakota with him to his room, probably to show her his book. I smiled softly as I went to the kitchen and started to prepare the lasagna.
Once I was done with cooking I called them both to the kitchen, a second later Henry entered, he held onto Dakotas hand. She smiled a little and I knew the two would be friends. I set the food on the table and Henry sat down, telling Dakota she should sit in the middle. The girl nodded and sat down, looking down at the plate.
"Its okay, you can eat" I said softly, I knew my mother would sometimes use it as a punishment. Setting food infront of you, but not allowing you to eat it no matter how hungry you were.
Dakota smiled and slowly took a bite, I could see in her face that it was a new taste to her but she didnt seem to hate it.
As the dinner continued I watched my sister quietly, I wondered what has happened to her. I wanted to know her story, but I knew I had to be patient. The story was never in Henrys book and my sister wouldnt talk. Maybe she was born a mute or maybe she was traumatized. If heard aobut that before, people who had been through such a big trauma that they didnt talk anymore unless they completely felt comfortable with the other. I didnt know if that was what was going on with Dakota, but only time would tell. All I could and would do right now is make sure she had the care and love she obviously needed. I looked at Henry and he nodded at me as if he has read my mind. I knew he would help me and my sister in any way he could. Pride filled my heart, Henry was such a good kid. He is the purest person I have ever seen and Im so glad he is in my life. My son.