Tw?: There will be uncensored swearing and violence in this chapter for those of you who are sensitive to these topics you have been warned
Just some background info, when the kids would call Y/n and Ray the princess and her knight they actually called you "The flower princess" because of your obsession with flowers and later on, because of the flower crown.
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𝙔/𝙣'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫
Every morning was the same besides today
"Good morning Mama- I mean Y/n!"
Though everything didn't seem out of the ordinary
"Why good morning Jemima!"
Everything had changed, and I mean everything
"Can you help me do my hair? It's too messy for me to do it!"
Okay well maybe not everything, I mean, that hasn't happened yet.
"Of course Jemmy, you never need to ask!"
But for a time, this was the biggest change of my life.
Oh if I could live in this dream forever.
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I patted a chair in front of the bathroom mirror, motioning for her to sit down so I could help her with her hair, she happily complied, skipping toward me with a smile on her face, to which I returned "Okay, do you have the hairbrush so I can brush your hair?" I asked her, combing my fingers through her frizzy hair "Mhm!" She handed me her brush, "Okay, you want how you usually do your hair, right?" I asked her, petting her hair while she looked up at me with a bright smile plastered on her face "Yup!" She turned to the mirror in front of us as I began brushing through her hair, trying to be as gentle as possible as I combed through the many knots in her hair. Once I brushed through most of the knots in her hair I pulled out some hair gel that Mama kept for some of the kids who had wild hair, dipped two of my fingers in it and began combing it through her hair so it would stay in her usual low bun, tied a hair tie in her hair and took a step away from her, putting my hands on her shoulders so she could see herself, she smiled. "Thank you Y/n!" She turned to me and smiled, I put my hand on my chin like I was thinking.
"Somethings missing...I know!" I ran to the potted flower that sat on the bathroom window, planted by yours truly. It was one of the tiny flowers in the few flower clusters that me and Mama had planted over a year ago. I picked a purple petunia, which I thought complemented my little sisters complexion perfectly. I tucked the purple flower behind her ear and smiled, "Now that was what was missing! You look beautiful, like a gem, Jemmy!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together while I looked at her. She turned around to look at herself in the mirror, turned around to look at me and smiled at me so brightly I thought she might have been the sun for a moment. "I love it Y/n! Thank you! I love you so much!" She jumped into my arms, causing me to fall to my knees as we laughed together, hugging each other tightly.
