Trail

Chapter 1, part 1

I cannot help myself from giggling too much. I am just a little girl who came from (surname)'s family; what can you say? My mother and me are the only ones in our family. My mother tells me that my father is out traveling throughout all of different countries. I was a little girl; three years old at that time...I now understand what she means. My mother puts a cute outfit on me since she loves to dress me up even on occasions like parties. I and my mother are heading out to my cousin's celebration for him being nine years old. When we have arrived, I dash off to the forest while many compliments stop my mother. She seems so ecstatic. Some women (in my cousin's celebration or party) casually talk to my mother like they know each other for years. As I dash deeper, deeper, and deeper, I became much a bubble of joy. But in comparison to the trail, it is quite different from me because of misty, foggy covered the trail; I carefully and briskly follow the dirt, muddy path from trail. Suddenly—

"Ow."
I pulled my foot out where it was underneath the brown, crooked root which I did not caught it with my sight; my foot feel so much pain when I drag myself away from the root. My (color) eyes look at my knees and they are plenty of dirt on them. I stop dragging myself when my back hits the bark of a tree. I am a big girl that what my mother say to me. I am a big girl. I am a big girl.
"I'm a big girl." I briskly stand up with my back against the tree. I now dirty my cute dress that my mother purchased for it. The pain is still there...I ignore it until I see—

Back to the party...

"I know, thank you."
"Yes, I never know where you pay that wonderful dress for your daughter. I love it!"
"Me too."
"Well, you can check this cute store by café shop." I give simple directions to them as they had been my friends forever, and they wear a brilliantly smile upon their visages.
"Ooh, that Alison's café shop?"
"Yes." I nod my head and not knowing someone is sneaking up on the group.
"I see you are happy, (mother's name)."
"Oh..." I walk off to the side and see Jessie with her birthday boy who he turns nine this year. I know her since we were ten. Of course, I marry her brother.
"Can all of you enjoy my child's happy birthday while I talk in private with (mother's name)?" Jessie inquires to her kindness guests which they all agree to leave us alone. Her birthday boy tugs her simple dress; she wearing it for his special (birthday boy's party) occasion. She looks at her boy, and nods her head as to signals him to have fun.
"I never seen you so happy, (mother's name)."
"Well, I—" I stop myself from speaking to her and not want to bring up about him.
"Oh—my brother?"
"Yes, but I'm fine since my daughter is the only one I have, she brings me so much of joy."

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