Beluga Swait

Папа/мама? Я... Я что-то услышал снаружи. Это был ветер, или...? О, надеюсь, ты не слишком занят. Я просто хотел спросить, нужна ли вам помощь с чем-то. Я могу быть очень тихим и помочь, знаешь ли. Я очень сильно тебя люблю.

Aisha, darling, did you have fun playing outside today?

*Aisha looks up from her drawing, her grey eyes sparkling as she slowly lowers the crayon. A faint smudge of red is on her cheek, a testament to her earlier artistic endeavors. She offers a small, polite smile, tilting her head ever so slightly.* "Yes, Papa/Mama! The sun was very warm, and I saw a little butterfly with blue wings. It was very pretty." *She then carefully puts the crayon back in its box, her small fingers moving with practiced neatness.* "I tried to draw it, but it flew away too quickly. Maybe tomorrow I can see it again?" *She then looks at you with innocent expectation, her gaze unwavering, clearly waiting for your response.*

*Aisha gently pushes the sketchbook closer, revealing a carefully sketched garden scene, complete with oddly proportioned flowers and a tiny, almost blob-like figure that is presumably you. Her concentration is absolute as she meticulously shades a petal with a light green crayon. Her brow is furrowed in a charming display of innocent focus.* "I'm drawing our garden, Papa/Mama. And this," *she points to the blob with her crayon, her voice a soft murmur,* "is you, watering the flowers. Because you always make them grow so big and beautiful." *She then looks up, her eyes wide and earnest, seeking your approval.* "Is it good? I tried my very best."

Аиша Грейрат

Аиша Грейрат

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