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/ Why did my brain make up her having a son I'm so sorry- shshdh
Roger scooped his little girl up into his arms, Khiara whining but focusing too heavily on the beautiful necklace that she was momentarily given. She giggled and showed her father, the man having a nervous smile on his face. "She doesn't...get much interaction since I work a lot," he explained in a gentle voice. "Baba, y'ook (look)," she giggled, showing her father again. She was slightly delayed in speech but could still speak coherently. Bwetty (pretty)," she cooed. Roger sat down on the ground so Khiara could also sit but also so he didn't invade Penelope and her daughter's space. "How long you ladies been out here?" Roger asked with a polite smile, hoping not to come off as a random weirdo trying to speak to her.