...I felt her hand on my shoulder, grabbing at my shirt.
I turned to look at her, and I smiled.
"Ah? Cor cor is not a pole," her mother said.
I didn't mind being thought of as a pole to the adorable little girl in her arms.
I wasn't sure if she was a girl, for at such a young age it is difficult to tell. But her clothes looked a little like girl's clothes so I assumed the toddler was a girl.
I smiled at her, and though she did not smile back, she never broke her gaze away from me for as long as I was facing her.
She reached out to my shoulder again, and I took her tiny hand with one of my fingers.
I turned to look at her, and I smiled.
"Ah? Cor cor is not a pole," her mother said.
I didn't mind being thought of as a pole to the adorable little girl in her arms.
I wasn't sure if she was a girl, for at such a young age it is difficult to tell. But her clothes looked a little like girl's clothes so I assumed the toddler was a girl.
I smiled at her, and though she did not smile back, she never broke her gaze away from me for as long as I was facing her.
She reached out to my shoulder again, and I took her tiny hand with one of my fingers.
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