him her

woman

'mum! look at this!'

'ari, you know i dont hav-'

'i know i know, but look!'

i looked down at my daughter, 7 years old, holding a picture of something.

her father.

'where did you find that?' i demanded

'in your drawer upstairs in your bedroom. mum, why are you mad?'

'arendela you know not to go through my stuff.'

'but mum-''

'dont you dare ever look through my album again, get it?' as i slapped her wrist

'yes.' and she walked away.

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she didnt dare look through my photos again.