She sat on the wooden floor with her parents lovingly watching over her from the couch. Her eyes gleamed as she uncovered the new tricycle beneath the wrapping paper. Her daddy got up out of his wife's arms and helped his little girl lift it out of the cardboard box. She clambered on excitedly and toured the downstairs of her house, dodging furniture. Her parents didn't usually allow such a thing, but it was Christmas after all and they were each content in their own way. This was the best Christmas ever, but also the last for...
Charlotte Anne Jane.
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They Weren't Rosy Cheeks...-The Mentalist
FanfictionThey weren't rosy cheeks because of good health, but scarlet because of the pain that had been cast upon them. The stress relief of their parents, the way to shake away all anguish that hunted them... And yet, what did they do wrong?
