Entrance
A FLASHBACK Her little, delicate hand caressed his finger as he sang the lullaby, holding her still in his arm. Her eyes were locked to his as if she knew who he is already even she thought she couldn’t utter still a single word. He is her world and she is his. Her hair is as soft as the lamb’s wool, floating in mid-air. Small sparks ignited at the tip of her strands and it slowly elasticated, making him into a chuckle and her eyes shined as the blazing sun. She concentrated slowly to the woman beside the man and saw a smile that warmed her heart. She raised her fingers, reaching out to touch her cheek and she let her. She giggled in delight as to approval. “What are we going to name her?” He asked, smiling at her. The woman stared at the newborn one and thought for a while. “Trixie.
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