MIRABELLA was so excited for her upcoming birthday, She will be 15, one week from now. Her family is not rich, her parents income is enough for their daily needs. Her mother is a public teacher in there province while her father is a police officer. Mirabella doesn't want to celebrate her birthday because having a complete family is enough for her and a simple dinner is fine but her mother Maribeth insist to do so, her mother wanted a big party but she and her father convinced her that a simple celebration will do.
At first she argued but because one versus two she give up, instead she wanted Mira to wear the dress she newly purchase. Mirabella has never seen the dress, Maribeth her mother hide it well.
"Mom! Let me see the dress please?" Mira pleaded.
Maribeth reprimanded Mira for being persistent. Mira wanted to see it because she doesn't want to regrets wearing it where her birthday is started. Mira is not treated leniently infact she is a nice person, amiable and generous. Everyone in there village like her because she was like a living Angel and very beautiful. She's quite tall at her age, slim but voluptuous and have a shapely legs with white and smooth skin. Pointed cheeks, full lips and narrow eyes. All those who knew her could not believe that she was only 14 turn to 15 because she looked like 18.
Mira frowned as she sat down to cough while her mom was next to her who was busy with the lesson plan. Mirabella's mother's forehead was furrowed of her being naughty.
"Mom..." She even pouted. Her mother leave what she doin and face her angrily.
"It's my gift for you Mira, I'll only give it at your birthday and that's final. Did you take a bath already? You smelly."
She said and even cover her nose. Mira chuckled, tried to get along with her mother joke.
" Yah mom, I didn't and I don't have plan!" She tease and immediately run away when her mother suddenly stood up when she heard what Mira said. Mira's done already but she just wanted to teased her mother. She just 14 turning to 15 weeks from now and playing around is accustomed, maybe because she's the only child and her parents treat her like a princess even they are not rich they provide the things even Mira didn't need it.
Mira decided to visit her garden where full of beautiful colors of different flowers, but among those beautiful flowers, sunflower is her most favorite of them all. Mirabella believe in the saying sunflowers are known for being "happy" it's a perfect flowers to bring joy to her family, maybe it's the reason why they're happy and contented. Mira smelled the said flower then giggled. Mira hair blew by the wind even her dress dance in a slow motion. Sun reflection gives justice in her smooth and white skin. Mira’s pink dress is perfect combination where the sunlight scintillating beautiful, the different flowers grew and bloom perfectly and her as the princess shine brightly.
Mira decided to plant the seed where her father gives when he already went to work. Her parents knew Mira's in love with the flowers that's why her father did the mini garden in the they're house. Mira was very happy back then when her father said he wanted to give her a garden so she wouldn't bored staying alone while her both parents at work. Mirabella pick up the equipment and do the planting. Maybe she have hand magic when it comes to flowers because every plant and flowers she planted grow beautifully and healthy.
Mira have been too occupied to notice the time, sweat was dripping and hair was disheveled when her mother, Maribeth came out to call her for lunch.
" My gosh Mirabella! Look at yourself!" Anxious and dismayed had seen on her mother face. While Mira at the other hand, smiled sweetly and even lifted the equipment to show how exciting what she doing is. Maribeth closed her eyes tightly reprimand not to scowl her.
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Mirabella
General FictionSPG ALERT! WARNING: This story contains chapters that are not suitable for young minds. Reader discretion is advised. For Mirabella, life is perfect, everything is worth living for. Not until she experienced the bitter of the reality, the reality t...