Sally giggled and shook her head, indicating she didn’t want to wear her strawberry pajamas. I bet you’ll smell just like them in your dreams.” He took the shirt up and showed her, giving it a few deep inhales. “Okay, let’s see what you got.” The man waltzed up alongside her and began looking through her various pajamas. “You need any help?” He asked, watching the girl look up and nod. John smiled and closed the door behind him, watching the girl rummage around through her dresser for pajamas to wear. Then looked to see his brother leave for the bathroom to wash up, and followed after the young girl to her room. “Alright, thank you John.” The man nodded, watching the woman make her way to clean the dishes and put up any leftovers. “I’ll take her to bed.” He smiled, earning one in return.
Her mother rose up to take her to bed, but stopped from John grabbing ahold of her arm. Time for bed!” Sally nodded and hopped off her seat, picking up her plate and carrying it to the sink. Her mother smiled and gently rubbed her back. Plate after plate was empty, and Sally began to yawn over and over again, rubbing her eyes with her hands. “Mhm! It’s yummy, mama.” The adults smiled and chuckled from the child’s praise. I’m happy, I can move freely without having someone constantly wanting to know where I am and what I’m doing.” The two men laughed together, making their way to the table to eat.
“Aw, that’s terrible, I’m sorry.” Johnny shook his head with a smile. Johnny gave a shrug of his shoulders, fiddling with his thumbs. “Nice to see you man, how have you been?” He asked crossing his arms, watching his wife set the table up for supper. Walking in with his daughter, he strolled up to Johnny with a handshake and hug. Sally trotted over to the front door, calling out that she was going back outside to play.Īs dinner drew near, Sally’s father came home, happy to see his brother was there as well. Why else wouldn’t I come here safe and sound?” He laughed, walking into the kitchen with the woman. “Johnny, you got here safe and sound.” The man placed the girl down on the ground and gave her bottom a pat to send her off. “Mama! He’s here~!” The housewife hurried out of the kitchen and smiled to see Johnny made it. “Marie! I’m here!” He called, followed by Sally mimicking him. “Sounds like a great idea.” He smiled and walked inside the house, calling out to the woman. Let’s go inside and tell mama you’re here!” “I’ve been playing with Sarah and Jennie. The girl giggled and looked back to her friends, who were now waving in their direction. “Hey, Sal! How’ve you been?” He asked lifting the girl up with ease, giving her a proper hug. Sally dropped the jump-rope she was playing with and ran over to the family member, hugging him. “Uncle Johnny!” A small voice chirped, earning the attention of the man. Climbing out of his car, the man stretched his arms over his head and let out a tired sigh. Over the course of the next few days, uncle Johnny drove up to the house. But if they can, sure!” Again the child giggled and bounced in her seat again, now even more excited of this year’s summer vacation. “Well, that’s up to their mom and dad’s to say. “Can Sarah and Jennie come too?” Her mother looked up in thought. Maybe all of us can go to the carnival too!” Sally chewed the rest of her bite quickly and swallowed. He’s coming to help daddy with his job, and to look after you too. “Mmg! Munle, Jommy?” she repeated through her food. “Guess what! Your uncle Johnny is coming over.” Sally looked up and smiled, the corners of her lips had traces of peanut butter on them. “You’re welcome, sweetie.” As the child began to take hold of her sandwich, her mother took a seat across from the girl and smiled watching her eat. Some carrot and celery sticks on the side, and juice to drink. Her mother placed down a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crusts cut off. Sitting down at the dinner table, Sally lightly bounced in her seat, excited for who knows what. “Sally! Come inside now, it’s time for lunch!” Sally looked up from her doll and smiled. Sally’s mother smiled warmly at the innocent sight and wiped her hands on her apron, calling out. Various games like hopscotch and jump-rope. Sally giggled as she played with her friends outside of their home. Her mother and father simply adored her, they couldn’t ask for a better daughter. She was always polite, she never lied, and did as she was told. Sally was a young girl, eight years old, long curly brown hair, and bright green eyes. The light breezes that swept through the neighborhood made the days not too hot or cold. The sun, as always, brought warmth to your skin.
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