This is the first text I wrote for the Korra appreciation week. Please, note that I am native french and that there might be some spelling and/or grammar errors. I you find any, please report them to me so I can fix them!
She never had any problems with her family, really. They were always sweet, loving, caring. And they always showed a lot of support for her, even though they were miles apart. And even though Korra had a kind and respectful relation with her father, nothing in the world, not even the sweet embrace of Asami, could ever replace the feeling of safety she felt when her mother held her. When Senna took her in a loving hug, Korra always felt like the world dissapeared and that the problems could wait a few minutes.
Since she was a very young child, the woman has always been impatient, subject to a quick temper, and sometimes, even rude. But never with her parents, not a single time. And when her father would lose patience with the child, Senna was always the one to keep the family together. The girl shook her head a little, and tried to concentrate on the present. She hesitated a few seconds between knocking at the door or not. She quickly made her mind.
Korra shook off the snow off her boots and entered the old house. Removing her footwear – She knew since long now how her parents would get mad at her if she left snow all over the place – she entered the sweet, familiar place. Observing the old furniture with her bright blue eyes, a smile, crooked as always bloomed on her face. Soon, footsteps followed her entrance, and two familiar faces showed up, greeting her. Her smile began to grow as she let the realisation take place in her mind. She was with her family, again.
"Mom, Dad. I'm home."
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