Macabre Love [] J.JK []

|1.3| New Friends (21/6)

"Sweety can you go to the market and buy some groceries?" Your mother calls from the kitchen.

You don't hesitate before answering her question with a positive response.

"Okay!" 

Both of your parents work very hard for you so you try your best to make yourself useful. Your father told you to always be at your best behavior.

"Good girl! Be sure to do your homework when you come back!" She hollers.

"I already did." You answer proudly. 

Soon loud footsteps are heard, reaching closer and closer as your astonished mother bursts through your bedroom door.

"Very good!" She says too loudly, covering her cheeks with her hands and kisses your forehead.

We both laugh at her childlikeness while heading out of my room.

She hands me a basket and ruffles my hair.

"Go go sweety ~"

A sweet breeze hits me as I open the front door, leaving me thinking that I can fly to the market instead of walking.

My dress sways happily. Happy because I'm wearing it.

Today's going to be a great day.

Boys are playing baseball in the park. I watch games with appa sometimes but I hardly understand. I wish to learn how to play at least one outdoor game. Only if appa were less busy... Maybe someone will....one day.

I dance-walk to the market.

It's a pleasant spring day. The sky is blue. White patch of clouds can be seen whenever I look up. Like someone has thrown cottons at the sky. These clouds don't make me feel sad like rainy clouds. Instead they do just the opposite. Sometimes I want to become a cloud and float away to places yet to be discovered. Sometimes I want to be a bird.....sometimes just a petal of cherry blossom.

I just want to explore new places, new animals, animals that are not human.

Because humans aren't cute like dogs and cats and others.

To be honest I don't like humans that much....and not to mention ghosts. No ! No ghosts !!

I shiver. Then upon realizing I am zoning out, which is not a good thing to do when I'm outside, I mentally scold myself for doing so.

Finally I reach the market.

"Look who's here !? White beauty !"

Grocery store uncle compliments me.

"Aw thank you ! Appa got this dress for me on my last birthday ~"

"Really ! That looks so cute on you. "

"Hehe. Thank you again. Here. "

I hand him the basket.

We buy our groceries here and here only. Uncle knows me very well. That's why he doesn't ask questions like 'what vegetables do you want ?' or 'where's the money ?' He knows the grocery list is inside the basket and my parents pay him when they visit him. They think a 4 year old girl can not take good care of money. Hmph !

While he's collecting groceries, I fidget with my rose pin. It matches with my dress. Eomma brought this for me as it goes well with my birthday dress.