With annoyance, Zuma rolled her eyes and pulled out of her mother’s arms just a little. It always worked when she was not getting her way, pull away and act grumpy. “That doesn’t make any sense. He is my brother, I should hug him however I want. Why can’t I hug boys like that?”
The young girl sighed and tilted her head in confusion as she looked at her mother, still not snuggling back against her. It wasn’t the answer she was looking for but she knew it was all she was going to get and she looked thoughtful. “Everything is confusing.” She mumbled quietly, smoothing her dress and fiddling with her hands. “Being a princess is too hard.” She added grumpily to herself, trying to figure things out. The only problem was she wasn’t sure exactly what she was trying to figure out. She took a moment to sort things out in her mind and set a fixed look on her mother. “Why do you like being married to Daddy?” Her mother hadn’t said she didn’t love him but...if they had not been in love, they were happy. She knew that much. But she didn’t understand how someone could be happy, what they would get from a marriage without love. Love was easy to understand, every child understood it.