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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
Mirha's age : nine
I hug my big, fluffy penguin toy super tight to my chest, sniffling.
Big fat tears roll down my cheeks, and I desperately try to wipe them away with both of my palms.
I can't stop crying.
I want a sibling. I really really want a brother or sister.
Mommy got mad at me and scolded me because I stubbornly kept asking for a sibling during the usual grand party happening downstairs in our hall at home.
Mommy told me to behave, but I ran straight upstairs to my room and hid in my dollhouse.
My pink princess, glittery tulle dress is all crumpled because I'm huddled inside. My hair's a mess from pulling out my pigtails in anger. My face is all wet from tears and snot. If Mommy saw me like this, she'd be really disappointed.
Papa is busy with his work, like always. He didn't pay attention to me.
My parents can be mean sometimes, but I know they love me.
Papa does some dangerous business which takes up all his time, and mommy can't spare much time for me either. But I understand and never complain.
I wish they understood me too and how much I want someone to play with.
I feel so lonely.
The door to my room clicked open.
"Where's my beautiful princess?" Nanny Mila's voice echoed, and I sniffled more, squeezing my soft penguin toy close to me.
"Oh, I guess someone's hiding in the dollhouse."
In no time, she found me and knelt down in front of the dollhouse.
"Oh my, my, what happened to my baby?" I sniffed and crawled out of the house, hugging Nanny Mila tightly.
She sat on the floor and took me in her lap, holding me.
Nanny Mila is so warm and she smells like honey. I hold onto her really tight.
"Who made my beautiful baby cry, tell me? I'm going to punch them out of this universe."
I sniffed and pulled back.
"Mili, Mommy's so mean. She scolded me when I asked for a sibling. I hate her." I complain.
"No, Mirha, bad manners. You shouldn't say that. She's your mother, baby." She strokes my hair away from my face gently and wipe the tears from my chubby cheeks.
"Sorry. But I want a sibling, Mili. I feel so lonely. I want someone to play with me." I say, sniffing.
Mili strokes my cheeks gently, "But you have me, baby. I play with you, don't I?"
