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13– Adaline

Author: Beauty
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-05 21:59:13

Flashback: Dreamstate

“Stroke the line just like that, little princess,” mom says, keeping her hand on mine to guide me. “You’re shaking, princess. Steady your hand, okay? You got it.”

I huff out a frustrated breath, hating that I can’t even get something as simple as this right.

Mom strokes my hair softly, and leans down to plant a kiss on the top of my head. “You’re frowning, baby, what’s wrong?”

I shake my head and put down the paint brush. “I’m not perfect at this, mom.” I tell her.

“And who says perfection is expected of you?”

I purse my lips, blinking slowly. “But you’re perfect at everything, mom.”

Mom smiles warmly, her hand going under my chin and lifting my head so that she’s looking into my eyes. “Who says I’m perfect?”

“I see it,” I confess, “and dad says it all the time.”

“Between you and I, baby, your dad isn’t very smart.” She laughs as she pools a stool close to mine and sits. I laugh with her, my shoulders quaking. “I am far from perfect… no one is perfect, do you k
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