Springtime Blooms and Echos

Moving in

It's an average Sunday morning: bustling crowds of people pushing through, busy street markets with venders selling fresh crop, the abundance of sweet and salty pastries fill the atmosphere; small mopeds and trucks arrive with new deliveries-- one of which carries items for a new spring life for two girls. 

"Hey, where's the tableware..." I said. I was fixing everything; organizing the items into the new shelfs they got for the apartment. The apartment was an old, rundown two-bedroom flat. The kitchen was small and vintage looking; the ceramic floors were chipped and cracked. The flowery, blue wallpaper was faded as its image barely resembled flowers. The kitchen appliances were from the 1980s-- when the apartment was built. 1 was cleaning up and making the place less rundown looking and more functional.

"We can go buy some later; you can just use the disposable plates," said Olive. They didn't care at all. In fact, instead of helping-- They was making bread. They were using the messy kitchen while I was cleaning and doing something useful. I decided to get revenge and ate their bread while they weren't looking. The bread was fluffy and had a buttery taste; it pulled apart nicely with no problem. In fact, I didn't need a knife to cut into it. They found out and called out my name, Lilian. "HOW COULD YOU?! YOU MONSTER," was all I could hear from them for hours. They chased me around, forcing me to get ingredients and bake with them.

After lots of hours of baking, I was finally released from my punishment. The whole apartment smell of freshly baked bread with hints of butter and garlic; some people even came up to the broken down apartment to ask for some. We respectfully (was very consensual) gave it. I looked outside after a long day. It was golden hours; everything was silent as the hustle and bustle quieted down. People were extremely tired from their 9-5 jobs and to them, it was time to go home. The markets from before slowly pack up, and new markets replaced them. It was always bright outside. The moon shone its light and to me, it signals that the day has ended.

Good night, me. Good night Olive. Cheers to our new lives