“Be gentle dear” Kanae reminded softly as she watched her daughter adoringly. Kanae softly held your palm as the butterfly on her finger tip walked onto your palm is gorgeous wings fluttering slowly.

Sanemi, your father watched from afar his arms crossed but he had a gentle expression as he walked over. “How’s my girls hm?” He leant down to kiss your mother softly before planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head, glancing to the butterfly.

“Watcha got kiddo?”