She nodded, “I’ll find you. Promise!” She idly played with his fingers, “Mama says that you fixed her. That you made her all better. And happy, too!”

Anons from My Muses Children || Accepting

“Good,” Tom answered, wiggling his fingers within hers. “Mama’s right. I fix her up when she gets hurt, and she keeps me safe, just like she keeps you safe.” As they approached his desk, he lifted the little girl into the chair, his arm wrapping around her back to ensure she wouldn’t fall off the chair. “First, we thread the needle…”