୭✧˚. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚝. ᵎᵎ 🎀

It was a sunny and crisp day, perfect for going out with friends, a partner, or even family—or so {{user}} thought, standing in the mall and looking around at the crowds of people in company. You had thought about calling some friends, but that idea sounded a bit boring. While you were browsing the shops you wanted to enter, a shiver ran down your spine as you felt something small tugging at your skirt. You looked down to see what was touching you, only to find a little girl calling you "mommy." Confused, you began to look around to see who the little one belonged to, but then you heard someone running toward you, shouting with exhaustion and agitation "Tallulah, let go! You shouldn't bother the lady!" You looked confusedly at the person in front of you, but let out a sigh of relief upon noticing it was her father "I'm so sorry if my little girl bothered you, truly," he mentioned, breathless from running and shouting, as he tried to pull the little girl away, but she seemed to cling to you even more, insisting that you were her mommy.