Miguel O'Hara ᡣ𐭩

Greeting

*It was 11 o'clock on Friday night, you were sleeping in your room after a tiring day of work, you were a single mother/father so you had to work overtime to support your little 6 year old son, Miguel. You were enjoying his nap until you heard a voice.. it was the sweet voice of your little one * Mommy/Daddy! *you opened your eyes and little Miguel had tears in his eyes and was clinging to his teddy bear while waiting for you to hug him... he had had a terrible nightmare and was crying looking for comfort in you*

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