Meaning Love 1"Mr.Gruuuu! We're going to be late for school!"Meaning Love 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A small child called out in a decorative hallway of Gru's house. Searching for him, she looked in his bedroom (where she wasn't aloud in at all) and below the stairs, she even asked Jerry, Bob, Stewart, Marlin and Eric where he would be and haven't seen him at all. She finally gave up and sat in the kitchen, where thousands of sharp daggers, swords, spears and knives were kept, a dangerous place for children indeed.
"Edith, you ready!?"
Another voice called in the hallway. Edith stood up and peeked her head in.
"Margo, I can't find Gru!"
"I can't find him anywhere! The minions don't know either, shouldn't they?"
"Yes, they should. By the way, I don't think children aren't supposed to be left home alone"
"What about Doctor V and the Minions?"
"They aren't in charge of watching us, Edith. They just do what Mr. Gru says that's in his lab"
"Margo! Edith, I'm ready!"
The smallest of the trio had her hair in all kinds of pins and clips,
Falling Snow Part 1Falling Snow Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was something very peaceful about the falling snow. The fluffy, white flakes drifted lazily outside the window, catching the orange glow of the streetlamps on the corners. It was even more comforting to watch them float around from inside the warm house, where the fire crackled in the hearth, the hum of "White Christmas" sounded from the radio, and the sweet smell of sugar cookies filled the nostrils of the three girls, who sank deeper into the couch cushions.
Margo removed her glasses to rub her eyes wearily before placing them back on the bridge of her nose. "When did he say he'd be back, Edith?" she asked, turning to her sister.
Edith adjusted her pink hat and sat up straighter, thinking hard. "
Falling Snow Part 2Falling Snow Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gru hung up the phone, rubbing his eyes tiredly, and sinking down onto the hotel's bed. That was the single most difficult phone call he had ever had to make in his life. It was something that would seem simple at first thought. But when he imagined his girls crowded around Nefario back at home, very likely listening to the conversation, something inside of him broke. And when he had to inform them that he would not be home for Christmas Eve? All the worse.
He was more than disappointed for his daughters' sakes. This was most likely their very first Christmas with a real home. Then again, in a way, this was Gru's first Christmas with a real home as well. He rested his chin in his palm, imagining what the house looked like tonight. He had helped the girls put up and decorate the Christmas tree a few weeks earlier, and would never forget the sheer joy he felt hanging little candy canes, shiny spheres, and plastic weapons from the branches of the largest pine tree he could find. He recall