5th floor common room, Saturday early evening
Annette was setting out cookies and milk for her daughter, while her daughter continued to paint, coloring picture after picture for her daddy.
"Hey, when are you going to paint me one?" Annette asked her, amused.
Aimee gave her a look, tilted her head, and said, "I don't have to explain my art to you, mommy." Then she went back to her drawing.
"Just like your daddy," Annette murmured and sat down on the couch, flipping through channels while she kept one eye on the little girl.
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"Hey, when are you going to paint me one?" Annette asked her, amused.
Aimee gave her a look, tilted her head, and said, "I don't have to explain my art to you, mommy." Then she went back to her drawing.
"Just like your daddy," Annette murmured and sat down on the couch, flipping through channels while she kept one eye on the little girl.
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