Iris

Track 8: Dandelions (Ruth B)

Track time stamp: 0:13-1:49 // 2:40-2:53

Lowered eyebrows, nose wrinkling, upper lip raised in an inverted U and lower lip raised and slightly protruding.

"Can you not eat like that? You shove the entire thing in your mouth, so fucking gross. Like do you eat like that on dates?"

The face of disgust.

The simplest form of having yourself step on shit that really ruined your day. Was a perfect visualization of the blonde's facial features after nitpicking the other blonde on the way how she eats her food.

"I don't go on dates." Says the taller blonde with a shrug and without having the slightest bother of her sister's criticism. She squeezed her burrito like a squeeze on a paper towel to dry it out to adjust its size for a perfect fit inside her mouth.

"Exactly, there's a reason why no one takes you on dates." Claire grimaced and drops the attitude by rolling her eyes.

"Well damn girl, who hurt you today?" Somi exclaims.

"Bitch, no one."

The rise of temperature only elevated the attorney's blood pressure. It exceeded its limit and was already way past her head. One wrong pull of the trigger and the gun blasts.

It was a midlife crisis.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

But the world could be a lot less cruel after all. There's a rainbow always after the rain, as it goes. No matter how it leaves a frown and breaks you sullen, somehow, it finds its way to put a smile on your face.

One small figure came running with the wind and one came following with a grumpy feet, tailing from behind.

With open arms, the figure collapsed into her mother's hold before she greets her with a slight bow and accepts the blonde's hand that is to be pressed against her forehead, in honor of respect. And lastly, a kiss on the cheek.

"Bless you, sweetie." Claire smiles with the kind gesture from her daughter.

Next came with a cranky little man. He uses the same body language from his little sister but with a slight difference of the absence of a sweet peck.

The attorney's sudden wave of pain pierced through her chest with her son's behaviour. She could only leave a lungful of sigh in dismay. A series of thoughts were flashing in her mind, wondering when will the burden she carries last.

"Hi, kids!" The artist on the opposite direction of the table was quick to detect the shift of the atmosphere and quickly diverts with an acknowledge towards the tiny figures with a cheeky grin and a playful salute.

The kids pay back the same amount of energy towards their beloved aunt. Giggling in much enthusiasm with their favorite Tata.

"Mom called. She said, her flight was delayed and that she was stuck there for another week. Ugh! I miss her already, mommy!" Dashton clenched her fists into tiny balls and acted all mad with her itty-bitty temper.

"Really? Your mom said that? That's odd, when she DMed me that she was skipping their outreach and she'd bail out. Tch. Such a bad doctor. Kids, don't be swooned by your mom's bad influence." Somi shakes her head with much disappointment on clicking her tongue.

Claire was left to arch an eyebrow in frustration from their conversation. To escape from being caught with her switch of mood, she subtly leans back and let the back rest of the chair bear her weight. With crossed arms and legs, she averts her gaze and lands it to wherever she finds something that wasn't really appealing to look at. All there was, to exit herself and not get involve with the topic.