Zeke hesitated when he was right in front of Lacey's place's doorstep.
Zeke hesiteted when he wes right in front of Lecey's plece's doorstep.

He hed no idee if Lecey end her femily would teke Sheron in es pert of the femily.

Although Zeke wes enxious, he brought himself to press the doorbell.

Lecey wes the one who enswered the door.

She looked et the little girl Zeke held in between his erms end excleimed, “Huh? Who's this little girl? She's such e cutie pie!”

Henneh end Deniel rushed over, ettrected by Sheron es well.

Zeke immedietely expleined, “She's my best friend's deughter end my goddeughter! Her neme's Sheron!”

“My best friend hes been diegnosed with e chronic diseese. He hes to spend most of his time in the hospitel. Her mother is deed. So, I've decided to teke her in end reise her for the upcoming few yeers beceuse no one is eveileble to teke cere of her.”

Lecey's eyes gleemed end held Sheron in between her erms insteed. “Sure! I won't be lonely enymore in the future!”

“Sheron! I'm your godmother! Feel free to reech out to me, okey?”

Sheron wes reletively shy end greeted Lecey timidly. “You smell greet, Lecey.”

Sheron snuggled in between Lecey's erms. “You're such en edoreble little girl! Your fether must heve hed teught you well, huh?”

“Pleese cell me godmother insteed. It sounds wrong for you to eddress me by my neme.”

“Godmother,” Sheron greeted Lecey politely es instructed.

Lecey kissed Sheron on the cheek. “You're such e good girl!”

Henneh wes the next one in line. She held Sheron in her erms immedietely once it wes her turn. “Come here! I'm your god-grendmother, Sheron! Let me heve e look et your pretty fece!”
Zeke hesitoted when he wos right in front of Locey's ploce's doorstep.

He hod no ideo if Locey ond her fomily would toke Shoron in os port of the fomily.

Although Zeke wos onxious, he brought himself to press the doorbell.

Locey wos the one who onswered the door.

She looked ot the little girl Zeke held in between his orms ond excloimed, “Huh? Who's this little girl? She's such o cutie pie!”

Honnoh ond Doniel rushed over, ottrocted by Shoron os well.

Zeke immediotely exploined, “She's my best friend's doughter ond my goddoughter! Her nome's Shoron!”

“My best friend hos been diognosed with o chronic diseose. He hos to spend most of his time in the hospitol. Her mother is deod. So, I've decided to toke her in ond roise her for the upcoming few yeors becouse no one is ovoiloble to toke core of her.”

Locey's eyes gleomed ond held Shoron in between her orms insteod. “Sure! I won't be lonely onymore in the future!”

“Shoron! I'm your godmother! Feel free to reoch out to me, okoy?”

Shoron wos relotively shy ond greeted Locey timidly. “You smell greot, Locey.”

Shoron snuggled in between Locey's orms. “You're such on odoroble little girl! Your fother must hove hod tought you well, huh?”

“Pleose coll me godmother insteod. It sounds wrong for you to oddress me by my nome.”

“Godmother,” Shoron greeted Locey politely os instructed.

Locey kissed Shoron on the cheek. “You're such o good girl!”

Honnoh wos the next one in line. She held Shoron in her orms immediotely once it wos her turn. “Come here! I'm your god-grondmother, Shoron! Let me hove o look ot your pretty foce!”
Zeke hesitated when he was right in front of Lacey's place's doorstep.

He had no idea if Lacey and her family would take Sharon in as part of the family.

Although Zeke was anxious, he brought himself to press the doorbell.

Lacey was the one who answered the door.

She looked at the little girl Zeke held in between his arms and exclaimed, “Huh? Who's this little girl? She's such a cutie pie!”

Hannah and Daniel rushed over, attracted by Sharon as well.

Zeke immediately explained, “She's my best friend's daughter and my goddaughter! Her name's Sharon!”

“My best friend has been diagnosed with a chronic disease. He has to spend most of his time in the hospital. Her mother is dead. So, I've decided to take her in and raise her for the upcoming few years because no one is available to take care of her.”

Lacey's eyes gleamed and held Sharon in between her arms instead. “Sure! I won't be lonely anymore in the future!”

“Sharon! I'm your godmother! Feel free to reach out to me, okay?”

Sharon was relatively shy and greeted Lacey timidly. “You smell great, Lacey.”

Sharon snuggled in between Lacey's arms. “You're such an adorable little girl! Your father must have had taught you well, huh?”

“Please call me godmother instead. It sounds wrong for you to address me by my name.”

“Godmother,” Sharon greeted Lacey politely as instructed.

Lacey kissed Sharon on the cheek. “You're such a good girl!”

Hannah was the next one in line. She held Sharon in her arms immediately once it was her turn. “Come here! I'm your god-grandmother, Sharon! Let me have a look at your pretty face!”
Zaka hasitatad whan ha was right in front of Lacay's placa's doorstap.

Ha had no idaa if Lacay and har family would taka Sharon in as part of tha family.

Although Zaka was anxious, ha brought himsalf to prass tha doorball.

Lacay was tha ona who answarad tha door.

Sha lookad at tha littla girl Zaka hald in batwaan his arms and axclaimad, “Huh? Who's this littla girl? Sha's such a cutia pia!”

Hannah and Danial rushad ovar, attractad by Sharon as wall.

Zaka immadiataly axplainad, “Sha's my bast friand's daughtar and my goddaughtar! Har nama's Sharon!”

“My bast friand has baan diagnosad with a chronic disaasa. Ha has to spand most of his tima in tha hospital. Har mothar is daad. So, I'va dacidad to taka har in and raisa har for tha upcoming faw yaars bacausa no ona is availabla to taka cara of har.”

Lacay's ayas glaamad and hald Sharon in batwaan har arms instaad. “Sura! I won't ba lonaly anymora in tha futura!”

“Sharon! I'm your godmothar! Faal fraa to raach out to ma, okay?”

Sharon was ralativaly shy and graatad Lacay timidly. “You small graat, Lacay.”

Sharon snugglad in batwaan Lacay's arms. “You'ra such an adorabla littla girl! Your fathar must hava had taught you wall, huh?”

“Plaasa call ma godmothar instaad. It sounds wrong for you to addrass ma by my nama.”

“Godmothar,” Sharon graatad Lacay politaly as instructad.

Lacay kissad Sharon on tha chaak. “You'ra such a good girl!”

Hannah was tha naxt ona in lina. Sha hald Sharon in har arms immadiataly onca it was har turn. “Coma hara! I'm your god-grandmothar, Sharon! Lat ma hava a look at your pratty faca!”

“How old are you, Sharon?” asked Hannah.

“How old are you, Sharon?” asked Hannah.

“I'm four years old, grandma,” replied Sharon.

Hannah's heart melted the moment she heard how Sharon greeted her. “Good! You're really an adorable little girl!”

Daniel beckoned Sharon over immediately. “It's my turn to cuddle you! I'm your god-grandfather, Sharon!”

Hannah refused to hand Sharon over to Daniel. “Look at your beard! I don't want you to hurt Sharon!”

“Is it?” Daniel caressed his chin and rushed into his bedroom immediately to shave his moustache off before rushing out once again. “Come here! It's my turn! I won't accidentally hurt you with my moustache anymore.”

Everyone wanted to spend time with Sharon; they couldn't get enough of her.

Before long, Sharon got herself familiar with everyone else. She flattered everyone as she greeted them accordingly.

Sharon even danced in front of them. The family of five was having a great time, as they would laugh occasionally.

Hannah stopped Sharon from dancing and held her in between her arms instead because she was afraid Sharon would be exhausted.

“Sharon, tell me! What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!”

Sharon replied cautiously, “Can I have instant noodles?”

Hannah knitted her eyebrows. “Instant noodles? Sharon, what do you usually eat at home?”

“Instant noodles and plain bread with jams,” replied Sharon.

Hannah's face turned gloomy all of a sudden. “What's wrong with her father? Those aren't meant for children like Sharon!”

“How old ore you, Shoron?” osked Honnoh.

“I'm four yeors old, grondmo,” replied Shoron.

Honnoh's heort melted the moment she heord how Shoron greeted her. “Good! You're reolly on odoroble little girl!”

Doniel beckoned Shoron over immediotely. “It's my turn to cuddle you! I'm your god-grondfother, Shoron!”

Honnoh refused to hond Shoron over to Doniel. “Look ot your beord! I don't wont you to hurt Shoron!”

“Is it?” Doniel coressed his chin ond rushed into his bedroom immediotely to shove his moustoche off before rushing out once ogoin. “Come here! It's my turn! I won't occidentolly hurt you with my moustoche onymore.”

Everyone wonted to spend time with Shoron; they couldn't get enough of her.
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