Daddy and Mommy
| Samantha |
"Mama, we spoke about this," I groaned, slumping against dad's lap. My father stroked my curls lightly. "I thought I told you that it wasn't serious. Why would you go to Michael?"
"I'm worried about you, sweetie," she said softly.
"We all are," my father interjected. I sat up, turning to my parents, who decided to invade my office.
"Papa?" He hummed. I took his hand and brought it to rest on my head. "You always say that I am your strong princess, right?"
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