The next morning, me and Harry went to the adoption center and adopted a little boy and his sister. They were both about 7 and cute as a button. The boy immediately grew fond of soccer, but the little girl had a passion for drawing. She was quite good, but I tend to be around my son a little more, and she tend to be around Harry a little more. I didn't think this bothered her. Until one day I saw her in tears.
The little girl and her brother locked themselves in her room and I heard her crying for reasons unknown. I asked Harry and he looked pissed at me and started yelling, "MAYBE SHE WOULDN'T BE CRYING IF YOU SPENT A LITTLE MORE TIME WITH HER! SHE CAME CRYING TO ME TODAY BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T LOVE HER BECAUSE YOU ARE ALWAYS WITH YOUR SON!" When I heard what Harry said, I felt awful. I never meant to make her cry, I loved her.
I went up to her bedroom and knocked gently saying, "Can I come in?" Her brother opened the door and my heart was torn when I saw her in tears. "Hey now, don't cry baby. Your too beautiful to cry. I love you very much and I never meant to make you cry. I'm sorry I don't hang out with you much. I promise I will. Please stop crying", I said hugging her and rubbing her back gently. She sniffled and said, "Are you disappointed that I can't play soccer like your son?" "Of course not baby, I'm very proud of you. Your a wonderful artist. How about I ask Zayn to come over and you two can draw together?" She smiled widely and said, "That would be lovely. Thank you daddy!" She wrapped her arms around me and said, "I drew something for you!" It was a flawless picture of a soccer ball with remarkable details. "This is perfect. Thank you sweetie" I kissed her on the cheek and all was forgiven.
