Strictly Professional.

Pippa Anne Styles was born on June 5, 2016. She came into the world with a head full of hair that eventually grew into chocolate curls, framing her delicate face exquisitely and making her green eyes pop. Her laugh was infectious and her smile, much like her fathers, melted your heart every time she graced you with it. She had been an anomaly of a child, uttering her first words before reaching 5 months of age, taking her first steps before she had gotten to month 8 of being alive. She was born with a thirst for knowledge, a soul wiser than her fragile body, and a love for all things. It was a crisp fall night, orange and yellow leaves decorated her lawn beckoning her to play.
On this particular day, at this particular time, Pippa was seated in front of her frilly white and pink craft table, her legs crossed at the ankle as she stared intently down at the tablet in front of her. She was coloring, as well as a 3 year old could, on an app her father had purchased her the week before. She was hooked. Her mind was transfixed on the colors and how they complimented each other, she was truly artistic.
Her entertainment was interrupted when she saw her mother’s delicate frame entering the room, walking straight over to her father. Her father was lost in his own art, his fingers busying themselves writing down the words to the song he’d been pondering for days.
“What’s wrong love?” He said as he stood up, his voice was low and concerned, Pippa squinted in their direction. Curious as to what was happening.
She watched as her mother removed her hands from her normally bright brown eyes, she had tears streaming down her cheeks. Pippa knew she cried when she was upset, sad, or hurt. Her mother didn’t look injured, so the girl gathered it was the latter. She chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what was happening because it seemed dire.
After a few unheard words were exchanged, her father who was a tall man, walked toward her, leaning to get eye level.
“Pippa love, how would you like to visit Uncle Lou?”
Pippa’s concern was jolted; she loved going to her Uncles – mostly because it meant her cousin, Olivia, would be there. She and Olivia were the best of friends, only a few months apart. She gave her father a smile that matched his own, but she couldn’t shake the thought that maybe her mum needed her. She looked over her father’s shoulder; he noticed and took her hand.
“It’ll all be okay sweetie.” He then pulled her into his arms and walked towards the door, her mother had found a place at the bay window seat, looking out into the courtyard.
Pippa reached her arms out for her mother, “Mummy…” She called and Penny’s eyes turned to look at her, giving her a reassuring smile while wiping tears from her face.
“It’s all right baby, I’ll see you soon.”

Notes

This is my ending - transition to my sequel.
Thoughts?
Also, if you are thinking about giving me a low star rate, let me know why? My score has dropped from a 10 to a 9.8 to a 9.4... I've only gotten positive feedback so I'm a little confused.
Anyways,
thanks for reading everyone you're all wonderful :D

Sequel here :D