Late night after dinner, Johanna crept behind her mother who was washing the dishes and tugs at her skirt gently. "Mommy? Can I ask you something before I go to bed?" - daftmaninabluebox
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Clara turned at the sound of her daughter’s voice, grateful for any reason to stop washing dishes. “Of course you can,” she said, drying her hands on the towel. “What is it, dear?”















