~The family is a haven in a heartless world.~
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Eight year old Daphne Greengrass loved listening to her parents speak. Their accents lay heavy on their tongues, pompous and rich, filling whichever room they resided in.
She curled in her father's lap. A perfect fit. He stroked her hair and murmured softly to her mother, who in turn cradled Astoria as the hearth crackled. Warm on their cheeks, it cast the parlor in a friendly golden glow that made her think of the proud, roaring lions in her fairytales. Daphne's eyelids would flutter shut. Her belly full. Her family close and comforting. The old stonewalls of her home sheltering them from the wicked winds that howled outside, like they had for so many more before her time.
When she was eight years old, oblivious little Daphne Greengrass knew the true meaning of 'contentment.'
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