little red

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There once was a boy named Hoseok, who would always wear a beutiful red hood his mother had made for him.

He was a bit different from the other boys ,he would wear dresses and other things that were made for girls.

Yet.... the villagers didn't mind at all.

He was very nice , sweet and would always take care of the people when they were sick .....they loved him.

He was there joy there happiness
..... a sun that would light up there day.

But one day his grandmother had stoped visiting , her health was getting worse and worse.

So he decided to visit her

Mom
Hoseokie sweetie you better hurry or you will be late !

A young woman steps out of her house wiping her hands on her apron.

Hoseok
Coming mom!

Mom
Now hoseok I have to keep the shop going so you are responsible for taking this to your grandma

She said as she pointed to to the table which had a wine bottle with a cup , chicken and some fruit

Hoseok
Ok mom!
I'll do my best

He said giving her his signature heart shaped smile with dimples on the side of each cheek

Mom
She smiled and hugged him

Be careful Hoseokie , don't go off the trail

She pulled away from him still holding his shoulders and looking at him

I told my friend the hunter you will be going to you're grandmas house ok

He will be waiting for you neer the middle of trial

If it gets to dark stay with him and then go the next day ok

Hoseok
Ok mom
I'll be careful

Mom
She hugged him one more time and then let him go

Now off you go you don't want to be late

Hoseok
Ok mom

He said as he packed everything in his little basket that had a beutiful red bow that matched his hood.

Well I'm off and don't worry I'll be careful

Mom
Ok sweetie come back soon!

She said as she saw her son getting smaller and smaller as he faded in the distance

I hope you come back soon



























Meanwhile



hoseok
I was on my way to my grandmother's house following the route my mom told me , I look at the sky it's beutiful just beutiful.

I hear the birds singing ther melody along with a beautiful butterfly that flutters neer a variety of beutiful flowers


My grandmother would love these!

I pick sum up and smell them

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