Space And A Lilypad - 2

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  Lilypad opens the door, and I smile brightly. She lets me in, and I greet her mom. 

  Lilypad has never met her father. That's fine. I don't have a dad. I live in an orphanage. They let me visit Lilypad since Lilypads' mom is a donator.

  Lilypad and I have known each other since we were in diapers, really. We're 12, now.

  The orphanage is not those creepy, poor ones you see in movies. It's a mansion, a decent one, owned by the nicest people you'll ever meet! (my mom and her business partner) My mom has always loved children, so she decided to run one with a close friend of hers. She loved children just as much as she loved astronomy, actually. Which was a lot.

  Lilypad and I race to her room. Her room is filled with toy giraffes. She's always loved giraffes ever since we went to the zoo for the first time. I jump on her bed, kicking off my shoes. Usually, that would be rude, but Lilypad and I visit each other so often, it's like we live at each other's places. 

  Lilypad wasn't in my bubble when quarantine took over. I was sad. But, of course, we called each other everyday for hours using our moms' electronics. 

 Now, she's in front of me. I hug her tightly. I missed her scent, it being strawberries and mint. She has strawberry bushes, and mint plants and she loves gardening, which is the reason for her scent.

  "I missed your scent." I hear her mutter. My scent's the combination of wood and kiwi. I love laying on the wooden floor in my section of the kids' room at the orphanage. My section is always clean, unlike the others'.

  "Ha! I was thinking the same thing!" We laugh for really no reason. It's not that funny, but after quarantine and being bored all day, anything is funny. 

  I pick up one of her giraffe plushies and hand it to her. She loves when I do that. She hands me my koala plush, the one I always keep here so the other kids at the orphanage don't ruin. 

  We start roleplaying with the plushies until we get bored. A lot of kids our age don't do that anymore, but we don't care. We start to talk about our favorite songs. Our favorite songs change weekly.









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