A little wild thing, she was playfully described by her father, making her face take on a purple tone. Yes, she was a bit playful, but wild? That was a bit of an exaggeration, wasn't it? ...Okay, sure, she had trouble concentrating on her studies, and she preferred playing around, and a lot of the times she made a visit to her aunts and uncles some of them would complain about her "lack of discipline and proper manners", and she naturally tended to speak in a very loud, informal manner, and... So maybe it wasn't that much of an exaggeration. She looked down, a little ashamed of herself. Her father laughed, and it wasn't intended as malicious, but it still left her feeling worse. "You musn't worry, Kus." But how could she not, if she was so distant of what the example of angel should be? "You are very young, and you still have so much to learn. You will grown into your role, you'll see." She hoped so. And yet, there was a tiny, distant part of her that wondered if what she was now was so bad. "Yes, Father." was that all she answered, and she promised herself that she would be better in the future. She would grow up to be better. She had to.
She palyfully teased her tiny son, who laughed in response. "Little wild thing! Momma called me a little wild thing! I am, I am!" he singsonged, jumping up and down, waving his arms around. She laughed, and he laughed with her, and after picking him up, she spinned around, as he kept laughing and singing "Little wild thing!" with joy in each word.