26th Jan 2025
I looked out the window and watched as the sun shone brightly into the living room of our big mansion in London. My four-year-old niece Aniya was sitting cross-legged on the cream carpet, staring at the TV. Her curls danced as she giggled. "Is Peppa Pig okay, love?" I asked softly, adjusting the volume. "Peppa is really funny, Uncle Harry!" she shouted, her eyes sparkling with wonder as Peppa jumped into a muddy puddle. My heart fluttered, knowing how pure her joy was!
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In the kitchen, the sweet smell of pancakes filled the air. Louis was humming as he flipped them. "Breakfast's almost ready!" he yelled. I grinned, helping Aniya hop off the floor. "C'mon, let’s set the table, it's a special morning!" I said with excitement. I called Zayn, Niall, and Liam down the stairs. They arrived quickly, eager for pancakes. But Aniya stayed glued to the screen. "Come on, love! It's time to eat!" I nudged her gently. "Noo, Uncle Harry! I want to watch Peppa Pig!" She crossed her arms, giving me the cutest pout. The others laughed softly, watching her tiny rebellion with amused smiles.
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