|𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬'𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑽|
The soft pitter-patter of little feet echoed through the apartment, rousing me from slumber. A gentle knock sounded at my bedroom door, followed by a sweet voice. "Papa? Papa, wake up, we gotta go."
The door creaked open, and those tiny footsteps made their way onto the bed. The mattress shifted as my daughter jumped excitedly. "Come on, papa, up up," she urged.
I groaned sleepily, pulling the covers over my face. "Five more minutes, princess."
Suddenly, the covers were whisked away, and something soft landed on my forehead. Cracking one eye open, I found my daughter had placed the arm of her stuffed bunny there, pretending it was a gun.
A smile tugged at my lips as I gazed upon my little peanut. Since her arrival, she had brought boundless joy into my life. I would move mountains for her happiness – the world and galaxies beyond if she desired. With her around, even the darkest days shone brighter.
This little girl had me wrapped around her tiny fingers. She has to get the sassiness from her mom's side of the family because when I was a kid I played with toy guns and plastic swords In my ninja or police costumes with itachi and throwing beer bottles on the highways with naruto.
I was a bad kid I know but I heard that sakura was a very sweet yet energetic and kind hearted kid growing up.
Raising an eyebrow, I locked eyes with her, amusement dancing in mine as she pouted cutely, trying her best to look stern. "Papa, Mr. Finkles is not a nice bunny when he's angry. You better get up," she sassed.
A chuckle escaped me at my four-year-old's wild imagination and attempt to threaten me with a toy. Where did she get such ideas?.
My mother insisted it was from me, but I begged to differ. Sarada's personality was undoubtedly more akin to her mother's sweet, kindhearted nature even though sarada looks like me most of her personalty comes from Sakura in fact i'll say 90% of sarada is sakura the other 20% is me for sure.
"alright alright, you win I'm up." I sat up and stretched out my arms while Sarada just watched me with a happy expression.
I observed her and noticed something was missing. "where's your glasses?." I asked
She shrugged carelessly causing me to frown at her, she knows that she's supposed to keep her glasses on her at all times especially with her illnesses and her sensitive eyes towards lights.
Why do kids not understand the importance of their health. My daughter was born with two serious eye illnesses which are Amblyopia, also known as lazy eye, its a condition in which one or both eyes do not develop normal vision due to various factors that cause the visual part of the brain to function abnormally. This weakens the eyes and can lead to long-term vision problems.
The other is Cataract, cataract can interfere with light passing to the retina and causing blurred vision making the eyes sensitive to any contact to super bright lights. for example, the sunlight. Sarada has to have special medicated eyes drops in her eyes before putting on her glasses or walking outside and before going to bed.
"Sarada Sachi Cienamei Uchiha, You better get your butt in your room and find those glasses."
Sakura's parents, found inspiration from my parents to come up with Sarada's middle name. In a particular part of Portuguese, "Cienamei" has multiple meanings, and since Sakura has Portuguese heritage, we decided on "beautiful" as it resonated with Pinky.
On my side of the family, "Sachi" is one of the many flowers in Italy, so with my family being Italian we all agreed it was the ideal names for her.
She sighs at me rolling her little eyes and stomped out my room a down the hall towards hers. I shook my head as I got up and headed for the bathroom to get ready for the day.
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𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓀𝓊: ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 *book 1*
FanfictionNew York City's top detective 26-year-old Sasuke Uchiha is employed by the New York City police force and is tasked with a perilous mission involving the vanishing of children Along with his team, he is tasked with finding the culprit behind these a...