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Primrose sat comfortably on the slightly worn couch. She was alternating between watching her younger cousins and watching old,recorded Die Mannschaft games. Mrs. Bennett watched as her sister's children went up to Primrose.
"Will you play with us, Primrose?" Mrs.Bennett was about to interfere,to ask Primrose to refuse,when the young children were showing her how to throw the frisbee disk. She watched as her daughter glanced longingly at the television before joining the children. She briefly wondered what life could've been like for her dear Primrose, if she didn't have her days counted.
A slam was heard and she turned around to see Primrose getting back up,apparently having slipped on the disk.
Her hand was throbbing with pain and she waved off the five year olds.
"I'm fine,"she protested as her mother rushed to her aid. "I'm not five."
"Why don't you keep watching your Die Mannschaft videos? I'll watch your cousins." Her mother offered,Primrose nodded gratefully as she limped slightly to the couch. She watched the players intently as the five year olds resorted to a nap. The phone's ring echoed throughout the house.Muttering about Dutch players fouling Bastian,she called out for her mother.
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"Mother! The phone is ringing!"
The phone's ringing had ceased a total of three times before Mrs. Bennett was able to pick up.
"Bennett Residence.Mrs.Bennett speaking."
"Are you a parent or guardian of Primrose Bennett? "
"Yes."
"Please come over to the Wishing Star Foundation office nearest to you. We will explain then."
Mrs. Bennett allowed herself to hope that her daughter would get her dying wish,blocking out the failure of the previous foundations. They say third time's the charm,right? She thought.
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They wait until Mrs.Bennett's sister has collected before rushing into the family minivan,Mrs.Bennett checking that Primrose was okay. She chuckled when her daughter asked again why they had a minivan when there were only three people in the house.
"Reasons,dear. Reasons." More like we bought it when we didn't know about your condition, when we dreamed of you inviting a boatload of friends over.
Traffic was better than usual,resulting in them arriving fairly early. Primrose opened up a novel from the shelf as her mother signed in. The whole process reminded her of a doctor's appointment. She doesn't allow herself to have negative thoughts,trying to avoid remembering the fiasco with the Make a Wish Foundation. She couldn't take it if she had a repeat of that kind of heartbreak.
"Sit down,sit down. I have news regarding Bastian Schweinsteiger." The attendant ordered.
"No Mr. Schweinsteiger? He doesn't look much like a sir anyway." Primrose chimed in. The two women glared.
"Bastian has contacted the foundation. We are currently figuring out details such as flights and sorting out his schedule. Oh,and which one of you is Primrose? " She asked as if she expected Mrs. Bennett to be Primrose. Primrose raised her hand slightly and the lady handed her the phone.
"Schweinsteiger left a message." She hit play and Primrose gripped the phone to her ear. For a moment, she believed that the attendant will call a male attendant to call,pretending to be Basti. But then she heard the voice she knew so well from watching videos and videos of his speaking. The voice she wouldn't mind hearing last.
"Erm,Primrose... May I call you Rose? Well,I'll assume that I may. Rose because Prim would be too much like the Hunger Games Primrose. Anyway, I don't exactly know what to say, planning is Philipp's specialty. Rose, I would've never guessed that I might've been so important to be part of your dying wish. I'll try to make your time memorable and hopefully, you won't regret that you didn't pick Thomas instead. I can't wait to meet you,Rosie. I have a feeling that we will get along very well. This message is getting long so auf wiedersehen, liebling."
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My dad just sent me to 'go shower', apparently he doesn't remember that he turned the water off to help my uncle. I'm sitting here and thinking,"What are u doing, my uncle wouldn't be helping u fix your goddamn toilet."
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