Chapter 5

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༒•𝔸𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕠•༒

"Uncle, uncle, I am hungry," I half-woke up to someone yelling directly at my ears."Stop it, Lily," I spoke with a sleepy voice."But I am hungry," She spoke out."Then go and tell Emma to make something for you," I replied.

"She hasn't come," she informed me."What! give me my phone, I'll call her", I said while putting forward my hand. She handed me my phone and I dialed Emma, our cook's number. I talked to her and she informed me that she wasn't feeling well so she won't come.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked her while rubbing my right eye. "I want to eat chocolate cereal," she answered. I stood up from the bed and went to the washroom. I washed my face and then went to the kitchen.

I looked at the cabinets and found the box of cereal only to realize that it was empty."Should I fry you an egg instead?"I asked."Forget it, I will just starve," she answered in dismay.

"Let's go," I declare."Where?" she questioned."To the grocery store," I replied sluggishly. I hold her hand before taking my car keys. I opened the door and helped her sit in the front seat and fasten her seatbelt. Then I sit in the driving seat myself and drove to the grocery mart.

We entered the store and Lily soon forgot why we came there. She kept putting all the junk food like chips, chocolates, candies, etc in the trolley. She looked at me and giggled knowing that I would be the one paying for all her junk food. I smiled back at her to assure her that I have no problem with whatever she was buying.

Finally, we bought the cereal and we went to the cash counter to pay. Suddenly, she remembered that she had forgotten to purchase an ice cream hence she went to purchase ice cream while I waited for her in line.

Seconds later, I heard my phone ringing so I picked up the call. Due to excessive noise, I left the line leaving my trolley behind.

A while later, I came back and hold the handle of the trolley and was just about to give my debit card to the cashier when I heard someone say, "Hey, that's my trolley."

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