Counting is confusing. Especially money in different eras. So let's pretend that money never changed, by that I mean the pictures on it and also, pretend that dollars and Canadian dollars are the same.
P.s. Value is still the same and everything in the olden days is MUCH cheaper. Okay, thank you!
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The next day I woke up, I was met by a pleasant surprise by my mother. Shopping. I hated shopping. In my child days, I loved shopping. It gave me serotonin accompanying my mom grocery shopping or my dad to the hardware store. It was even more exciting when we stop by the toy shop so I could get a barbie or two. I was always so ecstatic when they called me down to get ready for a trip to the mall. But like people, interest changes.
"Why dad. why?," I asked looking at the horses and carriages in front of me "do you really need to buy two?,"
There were two carriages in front of me. One with a top and the other without one. I don't understand the point of buying two. I understand living here meaning we are now richer but I don't see the point of spending it all especially when we are not planning on staying here that long. Probably maximum of a year. One carriage is more than enough.
"It was cheap," he says defensively
"Just because it's cheap, doesn't necessarily mean you need to buy it," Mom shot him a glare. Exactly.
"How much does it cost anyway?," I was curious. How cheap could horses and carriages be that caused him to buy two.
"One horse cost about a hundred dollars," I was in shock. I know, I know, I'm being dramatic. But really. One hundred dollars for a horse? That's how much a toy horse costs back at home. I wanted to say something, but decided otherwise. It would be best. Max was still here, for who knows what. Who even is he? What even is he doing here?
Max was getting the horse ready. He tied some ropes to make sure it wouldn't run or something and carefully petting it gently.
"Let's just get to it," My mom jumped in the open roof carriage. She was wearing this puffy dress and looked so elegant while I was wearing the clothes I got here with.
"Where did you even get that dress?," I asked as I climbed on to the seat beside her
"It was my great grandmother's," she answered proudly
"I never knew you were the ones to wear those mom," I said. Max and my father were both getting into the Carriage. My dad sat in the passenger seat beside Max who was getting ready to drive this thing.
"I'm not. But you know, this place," The carriage started moving on a nice pace. Not too slow, not too fast either. The tapping of the horses filled the silence, along with the sound of the chirping birds. This felt nice. Like I was a descendant of royalty.
The drive was quiet so far and I hated it. Comfortable silence or not, silence is always unpleasant. Makes me shift around. It's just so painfully discomforting "So, why is it Max that's driving this thing?," I popped the question
"I don't have a license," my father answered shifting around his body to look at me
"How old are you Max?," I leaned forward and placed my elbows on the barrier dividing the front and back. My hands were cupping my cheeks and my full attention was on Max.
My dad cleared his throat, giving us a sign that he was still there and to not get too comfortable. My father isn't the biggest fan about me having boyfriends and crushes. That's why I never had one.
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