Anonymous
8/11/2025, 10:39:09 PM
No.534854053
>>534850098
>The squirming little ball of energy wriggles in my arms, trying her absolute best to peer around and see where exactly the two of us are going. Eyes lit like little sparkling stars as she watches while I carry her, moving to a small spot on the carpet sitting in the living room, a few of her toys spread out like cute little landmines.
>I settle down with her in my lap as a tiny little clawed hand splays out to go right for one. I hold her in my grasp as she protests. "Mama."
>My claws run through her hair for a moment, cooing. "No, Maria. Here."
>Her attention is dragged down into the little folded cardboard book I retrieve from under the arm not carrying her. Colorful and stiff, new.
>But not a new book. One I have memorized deep in the back of my head. Papa reading it to me in his rumbling voice, teaching me English. My heart wants to melt as I creak open the book, laying it on the floor in front of me as I cross my legs, sitting the little girl in the center of my lap.
>She struggles to settle for a moment, not able to really get all the way comfortable on the denim of my overalls. But she does, even if it takes her a bit.
>The front page, stiff and straight lays open to a small passage. A simple little tale for kids to get a grasp on everything. Bright colorful characters with a singular line of dialogue beneath it. Maria marvels at the picture as she leans forward, using her hands to prop on my shin while she leans forward. I lean with her.
>The book's pulled up to me slightly as I draw her attention. Landing my claw right beneath the first word as I put on a clear and concise voice, reading to her.
>"Mr. Horse and Mr. Chicken are good friends."
>Intro simple and short, leading into how the farm animals use some basic math to share. My chest wants to pop as I feel Maria take charge and follow along to the next page before I can move my finger to show.
>"Mr. Horse has three apples, and Mr. Chicken, one."
cont one more.
>The squirming little ball of energy wriggles in my arms, trying her absolute best to peer around and see where exactly the two of us are going. Eyes lit like little sparkling stars as she watches while I carry her, moving to a small spot on the carpet sitting in the living room, a few of her toys spread out like cute little landmines.
>I settle down with her in my lap as a tiny little clawed hand splays out to go right for one. I hold her in my grasp as she protests. "Mama."
>My claws run through her hair for a moment, cooing. "No, Maria. Here."
>Her attention is dragged down into the little folded cardboard book I retrieve from under the arm not carrying her. Colorful and stiff, new.
>But not a new book. One I have memorized deep in the back of my head. Papa reading it to me in his rumbling voice, teaching me English. My heart wants to melt as I creak open the book, laying it on the floor in front of me as I cross my legs, sitting the little girl in the center of my lap.
>She struggles to settle for a moment, not able to really get all the way comfortable on the denim of my overalls. But she does, even if it takes her a bit.
>The front page, stiff and straight lays open to a small passage. A simple little tale for kids to get a grasp on everything. Bright colorful characters with a singular line of dialogue beneath it. Maria marvels at the picture as she leans forward, using her hands to prop on my shin while she leans forward. I lean with her.
>The book's pulled up to me slightly as I draw her attention. Landing my claw right beneath the first word as I put on a clear and concise voice, reading to her.
>"Mr. Horse and Mr. Chicken are good friends."
>Intro simple and short, leading into how the farm animals use some basic math to share. My chest wants to pop as I feel Maria take charge and follow along to the next page before I can move my finger to show.
>"Mr. Horse has three apples, and Mr. Chicken, one."
cont one more.