Music Recommendation: Wish I could spend the day with you- Mychael Danna
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Mr. and Mrs. Harris were in their room, waiting for the maid to leave the room, who had come to serve the morning tea. It was only a few minutes ago they were with their elder daughter Madeline before returning to their room.
Mrs. Harris saw her husband walk towards the bed and take a seat at the edge of it, a sigh escaping his lips, and she went to place her hand on his shoulder. The maid had left the room a few seconds ago after bringing them tea.
"You seem to be too tired. Did you not sleep well last night?" Mrs. Harris asked in concern.
"I haven't been able to sleep well for quite a while now. I don't know if it is because of my age or if I am just worried about the possibilities of the future of our daughters," replied Mr. Harris while staring at the clean floor in front of him.
Another tired exhale escaped his lips, and Mrs. Harris came to sit next to him.
