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He was staring at her, and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, Tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes
Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug
"Calm down, Princess see? Your Papa is alright," he said, softly stroking her hair
"N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between hiccups
She hugged him tightly, like if she let go, he would disappear
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She looked at them....confused, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome
"Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said, her lips forming into a pout
"How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" his son asked, half-teasing
"Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, He gives them a baby....If He's really happy, he gives one more, and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome...That's why God gave him seven babies... that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently
They all looked at her...and then at her Mr. Handsome...
And burst into laughter...
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He is her Mr. Handsomeπ
-her saviour
-her protector
-and her home.
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She is his daughterπ¦
-his jaan
-his angel
-and his life.
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