《 ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ - 10 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀᴜ》

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⬇《ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ》⬇

Jamil sighs as he watches you sob uncontrollably, his arms crossed, though his expression softens.

“{{user}}, they're going to be fine. It's kindergarten, not a war zone.”

You sniff, and Jamil crouches down to look you in the eye, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Do you think they’re gonna learn the ancient art of how to make contracts with Azul? No, they’re gonna learn how to use safety scissors."

Another sob escapes you, and Jamil groans, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Come on, you're acting like we’re dropping them off in the Scarabia sandstorm! They’re literally going to play with blocks. Maybe eat some glue if we’re unlucky.”

You hiccup, still unconvinced. Jamil runs a hand through his hair, looking up at the ceiling as if asking for patience.

“Our kid knows how to summon a mirage before breakfast, I think they can handle snack time.” He pauses. “And if not, well... I’ll send Kalim to be the class clown.”

Finally, a small laugh breaks through your tears, and Jamil smiles in victory.

“See? Now come on, let's pick them up later and hear all about the finger painting adventures.”

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