"Hey Boyo'!" His father said walking through the front door. The boy looked at his father in disbelief.
A collection of different things was cluttered in his hands.
More mugs, Old toys, More teacups and plates, and Some dollhouse furniture. All held in a small box his Father kept snug to his chest.
"You know Boy, It's almost that time of the season." He said walking over to the kitchen and placing the box onto the table. Boy waited to hear the small things drop to the bottom of the box but only heard silence.
"We don't like 'that' time of the season. You sell all the important stuff we actually like." He said looking at his Father.
"I know but I always put it at a higher price!" He raised his finger and wiggled it around.
He huffed and walked away, Walking towards the back door to head out towards the garden.
The small garden In his backyard.
Yet they had huge open land. They were always mowed. And neatly patterned.
His Mother and Father would always take turns mowing the lawn.
He stepped off the step leading to the concrete below. He walked the pathway until it stopped and there was nothing left but green plains.
He heard his Mother start up the lawnmower and slowly make its way out of the garage.
He turned towards the big trees in the back and spotted something.
Something red.
Something.. Beautiful. He smiled for a second then saw his mother calmly making her way directly towards the flower.
"Stop!" He yelled at her, He started racing to the flower.
His mother hummed a tune and swayed with the beat.
She had her headphones in.
"Mother!" He was getting out of breath and she was beating him to it.
He put his hands on his knees gasping for air. He had only reached the middle of the lawn. He looked up once again, she had stopped, turned to the right and ran over the flower. Clueless she even ran over it.
He stared at her in shock. Watching her smile while driving.
He ran the rest of the way over to where the flower was once standing high in the air.
Nothing. Nothing but crumbled petals.
He stared at it.
"She's blind." He whispered to himself. He turned around and started stomping his way back to the house. He threw open the door and raced up the stairs finally reaching his room and throwing himself on the bed.
"What's the matter?" His sister asked.
"Mom is clueless, And.. Blind! And.. Well, she's about everything at this point!"
"What did she do this time?" She sat at the end of his bed.
"She ran over a flower." He said glaring at her.
"That's.. Wow." She said with a chuckle.
"It's just a flower.. What's the big deal?" She said confused.
"They don't care, That's the problem. They're too rich."
He shook his head and went over to the window seal.
"They do too care!" She said hopping up and pointing the doll at him.
"Yeah? No, they don't.. They didn't even bother to give us names." He stared at his plant in silence. She stared at her brother in complete confusion.
"We have a name.. Boy and Girl." She said with a nervous tone in her voice.
"Ever noticed people have names like Owen.. Or Stacy?"
She nodded and sat next to him.
"Boy and Girl. Those are genders. We are named off of our genders." He looked at her.
She stared at her doll and fiddled with the doll's hair.
"So they don't love us?" She said with her voice cracking from almost crying.
He shrugged and wrapped his arms around her.
"I don't know."
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FantasyA nameless kid wanted fun in his life. So he finds a seed and plants it. With sister and the creature that comes out to play. The creature wants to be free- In Order To do it... Boy has to risk everything.
