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Ms Sunshine

Josephine's excitement reached the roof when she remembered that time, where the leaves began to fall down and became a pile that attracted many kids from the neighborhood. She was coming. Coming back home after a month of staying, she was finally seeing her back. Josephine could barely wait. Then the sounds of carriage echoed outside the estate. She dropped her broom, and long she had forgotten her work.

Soft whispers, yet she didn't mind at all.
She continued taking herself into a memory lane, where a girl in yellow/golden hair came in and smiles at her. The aura around her filled with rays of sunshine---it was like the birds sang at her arrival like a Saintess. White daisies and lilies were missing as a gift, but she does not need those to shine. She was a flower herself. And this lily of the valley is her bestfriend, Marjorie.

And Josephine noticed the sparkles in her eyes, the sparkles that bright up when she saw her; 'was it meant for her?' her mind asked, but no. Her eyes flashed of something that is of unfamiliarity. It was rather a flash but she saw it clearly. A memory. A memory that Josephine's certain which is from a month ago.

When Marjorie left to tend her sickly aunt from an another town, all Josephine could think is of how to surprise Marjorie from her day of birth.

But she was in for a surprise herself, the sparkles that was all foreign to her now all became clear. Now she knew. She was in love. In love with a man that she just associated once. A man who is the processor of great knowledge. Poor Marjorie, she had grown to be a love sick fool for him. Now all she could talk is how she is deeply attracted to this man, that Josephine could she the dilation of her pupil each and everytime he is mentioned.

Oh, dear Marjorie is helplessly in love. And the sparkles in her eyes never disappeared.

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