Heart to heart.
After a small argument with her, she disappears for a little while, up to her room. Comes down again, with a small velvet bag in her hands and big, serious eyes. Inside, this note.
The world's best Ronja.
Translation: "I'm sorry, mum, for what happened. I love you."
Written intuitively as only a six-year old can.
I hope she never learns to write correctly.