The Desmonds [Damianya]

-Memories-

A little girl was getting ready for an outing. Well it was almost an outing.

According to her she had some business to do.

She put on a bow in her dark green hair, and a little handbag to match the ensemble.

"okay honey, I am off to do business." she was talking to a teddy bear. "A pleasure talk to you..."

She straightened her clothes and twisted the doorknob which led her to a hall.

At the entrance door, a young man stood looking polished.

"papa! I am ready for work!"

She ran towards him.
The man beamed at his daughter.

"I see"

Damian knelt down and fixed the bow that Haru attempted to tie on her dress.

"there, now it looks better"

Anya brought two bentos to give to her husband and daugther.

"there you go, lunch for the both of you!" she said handing the two boxes to Damian.

"thank you love"

He knelt down and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
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Inside a car, Haru waved at her mother.
She watched as the mansion slowly disappeared and the sunlighy breaking through the clouds.

"are you ready for a hard day's work?" Damian said enthusiasticly.

"yep!"

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When they got there the building was tall and huge.
It intimidated Haru ever so slightly.

"Haru feels like a peanut compared to this building" She said slightly sulking.

Damian held Haru's hand.

"but that shouldn't stop you should it?"
He said hyping Haru up.

"you know what? Yeah! That shouldn't stop me!" Haru replied proudly.

When she stepped inside she she stomach started churning and grumbling.
She was feeling incredibly nervous.

A young woman came to greet Damian.

"good morning Sir Damian" she bowed.

"here are the reports you asked me to collect." she handed a few sheets of paper.

"thank you Mrs. Claire" he took the paper from her.

Ms. Claire was a married woman. She had been working in the office for a year now.

She noticed the little girl clinging onto her father's arm.

"who is this little lady?" she asked curiously.

"oh, she is my daughter Haru." he lightly tugged her forward.
"say hi"

Haru stuck out her hand for a handshake.

"hello.." she greeted her nervously.

The woman was taken a back by the manners of the 5 year old.

"hello Haru"

After she shook her hand she went back into hiding.

"my! Your daughter has such great manners...Unlike my sons."

"err... Are they the ones hanging off the water cooler?"

She looked back to find her one of her children on the cooler and the other attempting to drain the water.