Nathalie Quinlan received the heart-shaped sticky note and went upstairs.
She opened the childishly folded little square.
On the pink notepaper was a big heart.
The child's immature handwriting was crookedly scrawled with this one line—"I, along with Uncle Audrick, Uncle Alfred, and Uncle Amadeus, we love Sister the most. Sister, don't listen to those bad people. Just listen to me and Uncle Alfred. We're with Sister every day, the Sister we know is the real Sister. Uncle Alfred and I think Sister is the prettiest and cutest, the best and nicest person in the whole wide world! (* ̄3)(ε ̄*)"
The little guy's wrist wasn't very strong, so the handwriting looked like it was scratched out by chicken claws, but for some reason, Nathalie felt very warm inside.
She folded the note back into a heart shape, carefully tucked it into her laptop.
After doing this, she pulled out the chair and sat down all askew, rummaging through her bag for her laptop.
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