'I am going to be an artist one day mama.' she said while mama wiped off her makeup.
Mama always answered with a smile.
Little girl had a little dog, they had named him Ginger after his favorite breakfast, ginger bread. They had found Ginger in the street one cold evening. Papa brought him home to help him escape cold. He lived with the family ever since. Ginger loved hot bath. He was a naughty dog and was spoiled by everyone in the family.
Little girl had an easy life. Papa read her bed time stories to help her sleep. She was a curious child. She used to ask a lot of questions. Papa answered all of them, patiently.
Mama sometimes joined but she wasn't a good reader. She had great imagination, though. She used to make up stories and everyone listened to it curiously. Even Ginger used to stop playing and used to sit beside little girl to hear mama's stories. Papa would ask a lot of questions to mama. He often joked, the reason why he married mama was because she was a good story teller.
Everyone used to laugh at papa's jokes even if they weren't funny. It made papa happy and seeing papa happy made everyone happier.
Little girl's sister was only two. She would always cry but she was loved the most in the family. Little girl used to repeat mama's stories to her sister. Her little sister didn't like the stories. It made her cry even more.
Maybe she was telling the stories, the wrong way. The thought hit little girl's mind one day.
It's different :)
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