Rose petals

~Chapter 12~ Sister, aunt or niece?

POV: Rose

After doing the dishes I went to sit with Miranda and Hans.

'Sissy!' Hans said jumping on my lap.
'What?' I asked confused.
'Hans, that's not your sissy. That's your niece!' Miranda said she was a bit annoyed.
'I don't mind.' I told Miranda, hugging Hans.
'I'm sorry.' Hans said. He looked pretty upset.
'Hey, it's okay.' I said letting him go.
'What do you guys want to do?'
'Mmmmmm, can we go play in our room for a bit?' Miranda asked.
'Sure.' I answered.

I put Hans down and stood up.
We walked upstairs and they ran to their room leaving me behind.

'Welp, i've just been left.' I thought to myself.

I started walking and got in my studio. I needed to post the video. I posted the video and checked my vieuws and subscribers.

'I feel so loved like this.' I thought looking at the numbers.

I had some comments to check. Mostly where just some stupid one's, others where, let's just say, ... Weird?
I knew that I shouldn't mind much. But some really annoyed me.

'Let's just go and play with my dolls.' I thought standing up and walking to my dolls.

I palyed for about 1 hour and then I heard some one walking to my room. I quickly teleported out of the room and on to the platform.
Just before they walked in my room I had landed on the ground.

No, I didn't fly, I climbed down the ladder like a normal human being.

'Sissy, I'm thirsty.' Hans said.
'Hans, she's not your "sissy"!' Miranda yelled pissed.
'Miranda, it's fine. Really.' I said picking Hans up.

I walked down stairs with Miranda behind me and Hans in my arm.

'What do you guys want to drink?' I asked Miranda and Hans.
'Can I have some lemonade?' Miranda asked me.
'Me to!' Hans said copying his sister.
'You can't copy me all the time Hans!' Miranda said mad.

Mmmmm, sibling drama.

'Miranda, want to know what Julia always told me?' I asked her.
'Fine.' She said annoyed.
'Beter goed gejat dan slecht bedacht.' I said

Although I came from A country where they spoke English, my mom had always taught me Dutch. That's because she was originaly from the Netherlands🇳🇱.

'What does that mean?' Hans asked me.
'Better well done than badly conceived.' I answered.

Writer's side right now.
My mom always says when my little brother gets mad at my other little brother, because he would copy the same game. "Beter goed gejat dan slecht bedacht." I am Dutch and don't live in England, America or some other place where they speak English.
Honestly, i've never been to a country where they speak English.

Basically it means, it's better to copy something good than think and make something bad.

Now back tot the story!

'I don't know what that means but okay!' Hans said happily.
'It means that it would be better to copy something good than think and make something bad.' I answered.
'Oh.' Hans said.
'Oh, I'm sorry Hans.' Miranda said sadly.
'It's okay!' Hans said.

They looked happy and I put the lemonade on the table in front of the kids.

'On top off that kids, you guys didn't originally get that idea. And there will always be someone doing the excact same thing.' I said smiling at the two siblings.
'Your right.' Miranda said drinking her lemonade.

Hans also grabbed his cup to drink the lemonade.
Before you ask me if I gave them glass, let me answer that.
No, I wouldn't give a three and four year old.

'When is it your guys's birthday?' I asked.
'In three days.' Miranda said smiling.
'I dont know.' Hans said quietly.
'In ten days.' Miranda said.

Well, that was soon.