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Day 4- Stargazing

------ small story and a bonus doodle below.

"Look! A shooting star!"

Winnie scrambled up next to Tamarack to see where she was pointing.

Qiu chuckled as he watched them, it wasn't often that they got to see Winnie so excited. He nudged them after a bout of awed silence.

"What are you going to wish for?"

Tamarack immediately began shouting different things that she wanted, but Winnie stayed silent. A different kind of silence then his usual, his face was scrunched up in thought and he had a fist pressed to his chin.

This was serious business.

"I..." Winnie began softly, voice barely above a whisper. Arms wrapped tightly around his stuffed sheep for comfort.

Qiu leaned closer eagerly to hear him better. This was the first time he'd ever heard Winnie speak; it was important that he heard everything!

Winnie looked away to escape their expectant eyes, "I just wanna be friends..."

Qiu frowned in confusion.

"Whaaaaatttttt?!" Tamarack echoed his confusion loudly. "But-! We are already friends!"

"Yeah," he agreed earnestly as he looked out the window for the star. It was gone. "Why'd you wish for something you already had?"

Winnie shrugged in answer, but he had a shy, pleased smile on his face.

Winnie and his mum! <3 She loves listening to him rant like a dork.

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Day 2- Sick days

---------- Decided to try my hand at writing a small story to go with this. (Def wasn't supposed to just be a sentence and spiraled from there)

Edwin didn't care if he sounded like a baby as he insisted on sleeping on the couch, he didn't want to leave his mum's side. He felt awful, miserable even, and his head spun with each move he made. Even worse, he knew that he was keeping his mum from work.

He sniffled miserably from his spot on the couch, rubbing a fist over his heavy eyes.

"Oh, baby..." Opal cooed to him and Edwin hiccupped with a suppressed sob.

His mum gently maneuvered him to sit up and the small boy protested before realizing with a start that Opal was sitting down next to him. Edwin hiccupped again and draped himself over his mum's lap. One hand clutching at her leg as if to keep her there.

Opal gave a soft laugh, and smoothed a hand through his messy curls, "I'm here, Winnie..."

"I'm sorry," he croaked in a whisper.

"Don't be." She insisted gently, "it's no trouble at all to stay home with you."