iv.
i stared out the window, with the radio playing a bruno mars song.
it felt like a calm and soothing day; not a single cloud in the sky.
right now, i could be out there- kicking around a ball or even flying my kite.
yes. i have a kite.
it's orange and with blue stripes.
it's a very faulty color combination but i wanted a kite.
aside from the kite, my mind still focused the same question:
when was mother coming back?
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