Charlie; a little girl who desperately needed catching.
Leo, Oscar and Atlas; her three older brothers who awaited with open arms.
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Five year old Charlie's life gets turned upside down by the sudden passing of her beloved mother.
The little girl is...
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Damien had never felt such pain.
Charlie had politely demanded that if she was going to open up about her mumma it was gonna be on her terms.
So here he was stuffed into a tiny plastic chair, his knees compressed tightly together and squeezed up to his chest.
He had no clue to how the hell he was gonna get out.
In-front of him was a tiny plastic table that looked like something that belonged in a dollhouse.
Charlie sat comfortably next to him, a colouring pencil placed in her hand. The five year old had a Winnie the Pooh template to complete, it was gonna be another gift for August you see.
Charlie had taken it upon her self to become a huge influencer of Oscar and August's relationship and couldn't let Damiens serious chat pose as a distraction.
Priorities.
"So bambina-"
"Pink or blue?" Charlie questioned holding up two different colouring pencils, a conflicted look plastered onto her face.
"Pink" The man spoke not being able to stop from getting distracted himself, " it's a lovely drawing" he added gazing softly at the child's art.
Damien had never experienced a normal childhood like Charlie so this was all completely new to him, despite his mature age he couldn't help but feel a little giddy when he saw her picture come together.
"You wanna draw one?" The girl offered, her big brown eyes looking up at him hopefully.
Damien admired Charlie for many reasons, but her kindness most of all . Normally he would see kindness as a weakness, a useless trait that blinded a person and made them naive, Charlie's kindness however was what made her strong and powerful in her own little five year old way.
"No thank you darling, I would however love it if you drew something for me" The man smiled warmly causing Charlie to grin.
The little one grabbed a new sheet of paper, this time blank, and began to doodle.
"Your mumma used to draw with you ?" Damien causally murmured watching as her little face looked down to the paper with nothing but focus.
Nodding Charlie reached for a crayon before absentmindedly speaking, "she was really super good at art, mumma used to paint".
"Paint? What did she paint bambina?"
Sticking out her tongue in pure concentration whilst trying not to colour outside the lines Charlie answered, " all kinds of things but she especially did por-poraits"
