𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

31

The cold zephyr blows against the rose petal cheeks as a group of juveniles rushes pushing the petite form away causing her to bumble onto the leaflets

Obstreperous laugh tarry a trace effect displays with delight, Her head bounces dark doe eyes aglint up between faces slight strands of pitch black hair fall by a side. She smiles, sounds of her giggle reverberate from the back of her throat, eyes look ahead within a meter away, A woman is elegantly sitting on a bench, halcyon rays of the sun ascend over her brown hair as She watches the kids play, smiling likewise as she waves.

Natural peach tint lips tugged up into a mischievous grin standing up from the grass she ran toward her mother as she espied something. “ Mama,” pecking over the book that was held by the willowy hands, She sighed at the confection grandeur of the sun.

“Yes,  Mia Cara,” delicate digits brushed her hair aside, smoothing it with caress the honeyed voice hummed lips gently curling, admiration of eyes agleam as they set on her while hands meet the side of her flushed cheeks gently cupping it the woman’s smile grew, dimples appear.

“You’re so pretty Mama,” little Lisa declares wildly, nudging her face into the palm.

“Grazie, so are you My beautiful Little Lili,” her mother fondled over the crown of her head, shading the sun from the squinting vision of her little girl’s eyes. “ But we are not buying ice cream,”

With a pout. “But Mama,” Lisa urged her mother, who raised an eyebrow in disapproval. “ Just one,” maundering back, gaze cast down. Her mother was worried about her health. Little Lisa had spent 2 days in hospital after catching a fever because of heavy rain before her 7th birthday. “Please,”

Unable to withstand the contemplation when the woman found her daughter wasn’t able to look away in awe from the ice cream cart she couldn’t help but sigh. Dark orbs meet hers. “ Okay,” a smile rises showing the perfect white teeth of the little one’s glee. She held out one of her long fingers. “ But just one.”

Slightly nodding, the little girl stood dusting her dress. When her mother implored her she’d go and accompany her shaking her head Lisa proclaimed. “Mama, I’m a big girl. I’ll get one for you too.” In defeat by her adoring child’s statements and enthusiastic stare, Mrs. Manoban smiled and palmed her the money, keeping her eyes firm as her daughter tiptoed trots toward the stall.

Beforehand, she glanced at her mother who was now talking on the phone. As the stall came into her view tenuous fingers taps over the counter to catch the man’s attention, her small belly pressed against the side. The old man smiled kindly and handed her two white cups of dessert with two plastic spoons she paid him and began to walk cautiously clutching the cup

However, when a group of boys hustled toward cheering, the ice cream cup from her right hand fell before she could dodge another wave

Strong sway of an elbow and body forced her to shove against the nearest person making her fall flat on her rear. Something cold dripped down from her hands, a whimper passed her lips and the other ice cream had fallen as well.

A weak groan sounded closer to her ears as dark curls tickled against her cheeks, a soft body hovering over hers,  gaze narrow She flicked her eyes up only to greet with brown iris haunting down sharply. Eyes that look almost the same as a cat

Lisa was always fond of cats.

“Can’t you see where you’re going,” the girl snaps rudely, still leaning uncomfortably, hands falling on either side of  Lisa’s head while her legs knelt on the ground.