An Artist Girl Jennifer Alison , who is taking care of 5 years old kid Adeline Alison as Her daughter. One day they both accidently met with F1 drivers and they got some invisible attachment with little young girl and her Pretty Protector.
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James Alison : who is Jennifer Alison's brother and father of Adeline Alison.
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"Are you okay now?" I gently inquired of Adie as we both sat on her small bed. She slowly nodded in agreement, offering a soft, small smile. Taking a seat beside her, I leaned against the headboard while she lay on her pillow. We both starring at each other as I slowly play with her hairs.
"Can I ask you something?" After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Adie posed a curious question.
"Of course, anything," I responded swiftly, giving a small nod.
"Who is that strange woman?" she whispered, her eyes brimming with curiosity. Upon hearing her question, I paused my hand, which had been gently stroking her soft hair. After a thoughtful moment of silence, I replied slowly.
"She was... my mother," I answered quietly.
"Is she a good Mommy like you?" she asked again. I shook my head slowly.
"I don't know, Adie," I paused, "I don't know if she's a Mother or a Mommy. And also... am I a good one?" I added with a small sigh. As soon as I finished speaking, Adie reached out, gently taking my hand, which lay on her chest beneath the blanket. She softly squeezed it, offering comfort.
"You're a good one, Jennie," she softly mumbled. "You're my best one, and it will never change, Jennie," she added, looking up at me. A soft smile slowly spread across my face as I gently rubbed her head.
"Me either, Adie," I replied. "You are also the best one I've ever had in my life," I added, and we both shared a moment of warmth with huge smiles.
"I think you should sleep now, Adie... for tomorrow," I suggested as I slowly got up from her bed and stood. She gave me a small nod, clutching her bear toy to her chest and pulling up the blanket.
"Good night, Jennie, and I love you," she said, her bright smile lighting up the room.
"I love you too, Adie," I murmured, leaning down to give her a kiss on her forehead.
"Good night, Adie," I whispered as I walked towards the door and switched off the light. "Have sweet dreams, sweetie," I added with a small smile before leaving the door slightly ajar. Then, I made my way to my room with heavy steps. Collapsing onto my bed, I let out a deep sigh, covering my face with both hands, knowing that sleep would elude me tonight.
I turned the doorknob slowly, easing the door open, and stepped into my room. With a soft click, I locked the door behind me and made my way to the bed. Rather than climbing onto it, I settled on the floor, leaning against the bed frame in the darkness. Without reaching for the light switch, I remained still, pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my head upon them as I revisited my memories. The painful ones. Lost in the depths of my failures, I sensed a presence beside me. Without lifting my head, I knew who it was. Then, a familiar voice broke the silence, a voice I hadn't heard in a long time.
