Unity's p.o.v
Cold soft feminine hands gently stroke my hair. These hands belong to my mother. Her warm chest
is my pillow. Father wraps his arms around us. I am floating on cloud nine.

Unity's p.o.v
Cold soft feminine hands gently stroke my hair. These hands belong to my mother. Her warm chest
is my pillow. Father wraps his arms around us. I am floating on cloud nine.
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