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Character: Ariana
When Kendra's eyes followed her every move, Ariana felt irritated. Those piercing blue eyes blankly stared at her small cold hands when they picked bits of dry cereal from her bowl of milk, when they miserably attempted to tie her shoelaces, and when they patted the family owl. Kendra's eyes kept anticipating for those innocent hands to cause a disaster. At those moments, Ariana would glare at her palms as if her glare would be sufficient to make her mother stare anywhere but at her hands.