19. 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋

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𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋

𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋

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1997

It was nearly midnight, the night sky so clear with the moon surrounded by an ethereal glow. Millions of stars were sprinkled behind it, a few large ones but mostly a multitude of sparkle dusts. Every now and then a twinkle caught Evelyn's eye as she counted as many stars she could spot.

Taking a glance over her shoulder, she listened to the silence filled in her home and took this opportunity to quietly step out her room, tip toeing down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Where is it?" Evelyn murmured, as her small hands wandered inside the freezer, trying to find the one thing she was desperately craving for.

"Yay!" She whispered to herself, grabbing the tub and turned around to walk back to her room.

But a creak was heard from the stairs and she quickly hid behind the counter when the footsteps were moving closer into the kitchen.

"I can see you, Eve."

Evelyn's eyes widened, and she looked up at the figure looming over her, smiling innocently, "Hi, mommy."

Miranda rested her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at her. "What's behind your back?"

"My butt," she replied cheekily.

"Evelyn," Miranda scolded. "Who told you that?"

Evelyn refused to look her in the eyes. "I pinky swore Aunt J. Oopsies," she grimaced and slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Of course she did. Let me see the other hand," Miranda demanded.

Evelyn sighed, bringing her hand out forward. "Jemmie wanted to have ice cream so he told me to get it," she lied.

"Jeremy's asleep," Miranda pointed out.

"It was Elena. She's scared to get it herself."

"She's asleep too."

"Oh– uh– Aunt J actually wanted it."

"Jenna's gone home," Miranda did her best to keep in her smile.

Evelyn gave the tub back to her. "Sorry mommy," she pouted and look down at the ground.

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