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Olivia And Harry:
Both At The Age Of Eight:
Olivia:
Her Way Of Being Ungreatful:
"Mummy! Daddy! I made something for you!", little Olivia waved the piece of paper she had in between her hands and both of her parents set their uninterested gaze on the girl.
"What?", questioned her mother as their daughter stood in front of them, took a deep breath and handed them the drawing of them, Elisa and herself.
"What's this supposed to be?", came from her father's mouth and Olivia's eyes started slowly filling with sadness.
"Our family.", she whispered carefully as her mother still had her eyes on the drawing, examining it in a painfully slow pace.
"We buy you colours and every kind of pen for you to draw us like this?", her mother snickered and her husband nodded at her words.
"Have you seen Elisa's drawing? You really should take a look at it! Elisa! Elisa!", the sister's footsteps were heard coming from upstairs, and the person itself quickly appeared in front of the three people.
"Yes?", Elisa said sweetly and made a small innocent smirk appear on her lips at the sight of her sister's clear and salty tears on her cheek.
"Do you happen to have that fantastic drawing with you?", she was asked by her father, and almost instantly, she nodded eagerly.
The folded paper was placed on their father's palm and was quickly opened fo reveal the joy they were talking about.
A drawing of them, excluding little Olivia, was nicely drawn on the white breakable material.
Olivia didn't know what to say; the drawing looked very similar to Olivia's.
"Don't you see? We don't ask much from you, Olivia, but to simply do the things in the way they should be done.", came from her mother's lips.
Olivia's gaze was on the carpet that covered their pavement, and nodded her head shamefully.
"Ungreatful.", muttered Elisa loud enough for everybody to hear.
"Ungreatful.", repeated their parents as Olivia started making her way towards her room, with tears falling down freely.
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Harry:
His Way Of Being Ungreatful:
"Mum...", he sadly whispered as his mother cried in her hands.
"I'm sorry...", Harry continued to whisper, as his own eyes started to fill with salty tears, making his green eyes clearer.
"I didn't mean to-", Harry started to sob.
"I'm sorry for being ungreatful, mummy-"
"No, my baby, come here.", she wrapped her arms around him as they cried in each other's arms.
"I'm so, so ungreatful!", little Harry continued.
"You did what was right my baby. You're so brave for your little age.", Anne cupped his small, soft chin and placed a small meaningful kiss on his nose.
"Don't cry anymore baby. It'll hurt here.", she placed a hand on the left side of his warm chest, signalling his golden heart.
"I love you, mummy.", he let his head rest against her warm chest as Anne's hands caressed his curly hair.
"I love you too, baby."
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Hi and welcome to another #Harry'sSunday.
Harry's part is kinda confusing; i'm letting you imagine the reason why he was crying. :)
I hope that all the students out there have a good week. xx
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If you're a Harry/Draco fan, do you mind reading my fanfiction about Draco Malfoy? It would mean a lot. xx
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I hope you enjoyed the chapter. xx
Love you,
belle. xx
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Written the 23rd and 24th of February 2019.
Published the 24th of February 2019.
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