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đž ăŒ There is a moment of silence until the door creaks open, the tiny angel gestures for the other to come in. It was probably Freyaâs first time in here, despite them living together for so long.
đ â Manaâs room was far from something youâd expect of a mother, stuffed animals decorated every free surface of space on the shelves and dresser. Her bed was a canopy with pink frilly bows complimented by the cute pink blankets. Ignoring the clutter of stuffed animals one could see an open languages book at her tiny desk.Â
đž ăŒÂ âMama is sorry for the mess. No one ever comes in here.â Despite that sheâll pat her bed, âDid you want to sleep with mama tonight?â she doesnât need sleep but it was at least nice to ask.
Aaaah, cute!! Just what she expected from Mama! So many stuffed animals... Freya wanted to know the stories of each and every one of them! Oh, but... now probably wasnât the time, huh? Maybe she could ask tomorrow! Later today? In the morning! Or afternoon... any time would probably be fine!
âNo worries! I kinda came in here without letting you know in advance, so...â Bouncing over to the bed, she plopped down onto it. Swinging her feet slightly, like a child.Â
âIf youâre fine with it, Iâd love that!â A soft giggle, giving her beloved Mama a bright smile, before it turned slightly sheepish. âBut, um, what I really really want is... Mama, can I have a hug, pleaaaaase?âÂ
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