"Good morning to Anne's sister!"
Asher chuckled as he watched Anne who woke up early, got ready by herself and rushed down to visit her sister.
"Anne, your hair is a mess. Bring me that comb. Let's comb it."
Asher said and Anne nodded, sitting on the bed as Arthur started brushing her long hair.
"Anne, did you brush your teeth?"
"I did. Hmmph! You don't trust me?"
"Well, I trust you. But what if you haven't brushed your teeth long enough? What if they fall off early?"
"I am not scared of those lies anymore Papa. I have brother Lucas. He said physicians can do anything. He can glue my teeth too, right?"
"...They wouldn't look the same."
"At least it will look good enough."
"...Whatever! So, did you check if you wore your socks inside outside by mistake?"
"Papa, I am not that stupid anymore. I can now take care of myself. I am big and I can even take care of my sister."
"Then I trust you, hm?"
Asher braided Anne's hair and watched as she caressed it and smiled.
