I'm not her - The little siren's whistle (24.)

"Okay, girls, it's settled. They'll bring it at half past eleven, and I asked them to add some extra ham," Michael announced triumphantly, leaning against the counter, which was once again full.

 

"Yay!" Julie squealed so loudly that Anna, who was standing next to her again, jumped.

In the next second, she had to rub her ear, which had started to ring a little, not to mention her heart, which was beating like crazy. "A little siren," she thought, shaking her head slightly.

 

"Julie, what did I tell you about shouting?" Michael scolded her immediately, but he looked at Anna and seemed to be planning to apologize for his daughter, but his wife just shook her head again and turned her gaze to the little fairy with blonde hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," whispered the little girl, her shoulders slumped and her eyes fixed on the floor. Anna was more than surprised. She would never have dreamed that this little person would withdraw into herself so quickly and suddenly look so fragile and vulnerable. Anna's heart ached when she looked at her, and she suddenly felt the urge to comfort the little girl. And why shouldn't she?

 

With a clear decision, she took her hand away from her ear, which still felt like a whistle, but that was no obstacle for her.

"Come to me, you little whistle." She gently pulled her close and hugged her with her injured hand, which hurt more and more with every passing moment.

 

"Sorry," came the child's voice again, tinged with shyness and sadness.

"It's okay, princess, don't be afraid."

She didn't want her voice to sound gentle. She felt the little girl press herself closer to her, wrap her arms around her waist, and rest her head on her shoulder.

Anna automatically began to stroke her back.