Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

"Oh, I'm tired"

"Ouch?

When the door suddenly opened, your father fluttered into my room. At the end of December, when your brother's birthday was over, it was difficult for him to work, so he wasn't home from the castle today or with his father for dinner. It's unusual.

Apparently, he's finally back from the castle now. The jacket is off, but the tie remains wrapped around her neck, and she doesn't seem to have changed.

"Ouch, what about dinner?

"Not enough rear than rice"

Your father held me up as soon as he found me and held me in his arms and exhaled heavily.

"Those incompetents. Don't try to ask me for judgment on anything. Shall I ask the Lagu Dragon Clerk about the Lagu Dragon Association? Why do I have to adjust the number of lag dragon trips?"

"Oh."

I pounded your father's shoulder while he held me and signaled to prepare a meal for the servant of your father who followed me. The truth is, I signaled Natalie and Natalie told me.

Not everyone can understand the adorable gestures of toddlers. It is not bad for a servant who was in trouble when he saw me.

Sometimes it would be nice for the two of us to dine alone in the room. I looked around my room.

In my room, which was growing up when I came back, besides the big bed, there was also a fuzzy carpet laid down, a large sofa so that I could climb up and read the picture books, and a table and chair for snacks.

A wagon of meals came along with the sound of a knock, while no one could speak to your father wandering around the room holding me if he was too tired.

"I brought you a meal"

"Why are you in Leah's room?"

twitching his eyebrows for a moment. When I pounded your father's shoulder again, I

"Grate me."

Said.

"Leah......"

No, I sighed at your father for wasting time.

"Ria, come on, come on, come on."

"Then let's do it."

I was gently lowered to the floor by my father, who was in a fixed mood, and when I just sat my father down in his seat, he pulled a chair for the child next door.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Dear Leah, I will"

Natalie takes the chair away from me and keeps it next to your father. Lifting me further up from the back, he tucked me in a chair for children. Mm-hmm. It's quite a collaboration.

Soup will soon be served to your father, but before me there is a little chicken that has been cooked and chopped clean, which is the main thing of the day. Besides that, it's dessert.

Exactly after dinner, so when it comes to accompanying a meal, I can't eat much. The only thing I'm after is cake after meals.

So why do we have chicken? I stabbed the chicken with a sawdust and fork at the time your father finished his soup.

"Ooh, uh-huh."

"Leah? What?

"Ahem."

If you don't hurry, the chicken will fall off. When I saw the chicken that started pulling, your father rushed his mouth closer to the fork.

On second thought, very badly behaved. But your father mouthed the chicken well. That is the Fourth Horse.

"Ouch, the shaver!

"Drop the chicken Leah gave me, and more!

"Aye!"

"Ha!

This would make your father feel cheaper if he was stubborn from his brother's birthday the other day. There was a relief of air in the room.

After a soothing dinner, I leaned against the couch and sat down with your father, who was getting heavier. Apparently, he's trying. I wonder how tired you are.

But heavy. A one-year-old almost two years old has no power to support an adult man.

Natalie gently pulled me out from under your father as your father's squire rushed to lie on the couch softly supporting him.

"Maura, Haura, Shiura"

"Yes."

When he receives a pillow from Natalie and shoves it cuddly under his father's head, he hangs a blanket next.

It's kind of oblique.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Pull the blanket and fix it.

"Chi."

Satisfactory.

"Let's leave it like this for a little while. 'Cause you'll wake up one day."

Jude, who came to see how things were going, said so in a gentle voice.

"Aye. Yes."

If you look closely, isn't there just a gap under your father's arm? I scraped through the blanket gap. It is your pleasure to ascend the couch. Proceed inside the blanket and make a face at your father's chest.

I feel like I hear a non-voiceless scream in my room, but okay. Looking straight at your father's face, he seems to be sleeping easily. Easy. Easy.

"Ugh, hmm. What gift is this?"

I hear your father was surprised at me for falling asleep completely intact.

Because I'm sure today is the day to give gifts to those who have worked hard.

Merry Christmas.