Angelique was only three when her mother passed, so she didn't much have any memory of her. Being so young, she only vaguely could grasp at the feel of being picked up and held by a woman who smelled like summer flowers and freshly baked bread. She knew, of course, what her mother looked and sounded like, she could find that in pictures and home videos… her family told her stories about her, about her cheery personality and gentle touch, but they weren't Angelique's memories.
Her first memories of gentleness came from her papa. Her father who tucked her in, and her brother who let her sleep with him when she got scared at night, and her sister who played dolls with her and helped her with her homework when Papa was too busy for it.
The other kids at school pitied her for it. They told her how weird it was she didn't have a mommy, and always asked why she didn't have one, why didn't she get a new one. One of the boys in class said that when his mommy left, his daddy got a new girl