Narcissa was the sweetest girl you knew. Well, of course she was. She was your daughter. And you were even more protective of her since she was rather small and fragile, she could get naive sometimes. It hurt sometimes because you weren’t always there for her since you were mostly busy with your work at the Ministry of Magic.

This morning, the light of the sun after sunrise peeking through your large windows wasn’t the only thing that disturbed your sleep. But it was also the sound of your daughter running to your room, calling you. You peeked your eye open to see what she wanted and you were met with the sight of Narcissa’s large blue eyes staring at you with a large smile, holding a puffy black bow in her hands.

“Can you make my hair, please?” The four-year-old said sweetly with a wide smile, holding out her bow. She was annoying, but she was adorable.