“Sweetie! You have a very cute visitor!” my mum yelled downstairs.
I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It's still at 7 o'clock in the morning. Then I heard my mum yell again.
“Sweetie don't keep this cute girl wait for you!”
Cute wha— Don't tell me that she already knew my address. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I hurriedly went downstairs.
“Mum who's this cute girl you're talking about?!” I asked her. I hope it's my schoolmate Amber, she's my definition of cute.
“Hello”
I looked back and there she was, standing beside our vase as tall as her. The little girl with the red dress again.
“What are you doing here? Don't you have classes?” I asked her. “And how did you find my address?” I added.
“Too many questions for you to ask this early morning. Aren't you happy to see me? Your one and only friend?” she said.
“Aww, you made a very cute friend sweetie. How old are you darling” my mum asked her.
“I'm seven” she answered.
“Here have some bread,” my mum said.
“Thank you Mrs. Osnofal”
“You're very much welcome darling”
I sat on our sofa bed and turned the tv on looking for some channels that have great shows. She sat on the chair beside the vase while holding the bread that my mum gave her. I kept on clicking the remote but all the show sucks.
“Stop right there!” she yelled.
“You're watching this silly show?” I said to her.
“Spongebob Squarepants has never been a silly show you insolent human being” she growled
“As you say so, enjoy the show,” I said with a defeated sigh.
I grabbed my book beside the tv and flick the pages to the unfinished chapter that I'm reading. She was focused on watching the show while giggling the entire time.
“Hey! Where do you live by the way, so that I can take you if I'm going somewhere” I asked her. She looked at me still giggling.
“12th street near the train station” she answered.
“Oh not far from here eh,” I said.
“Isn't that place dangerous? I mean it's a train station. I heard many rumors that accidents always happen there.” I added.
“I'm not an idiot Mr. Osnofal. I can read the signs” she replied.
“Do your parents know that you are here? I am still a stranger to them in the first place”
“Yes of course and you're no longer a stranger to them because I always tell them about you,” she said.
“That seems to be good news and what are you telling them about me?” I asked her.
“It's a secret,” She said while placing her index finger on her mouth making an Shhh sound.
“Oh! I almost forgot my intention here!” she leaped from the chair and grabbed the small bag that she placed beside the vase.
“I want you to help me with my assignment,” she said.
“So you really are going to school. What grade are you in?”
“Grade 1,” she said.
“What is that all about?”
“Our teacher Sam told us to make a Haiku—a form of poetry which only consists of three lines with 17 syllables,” she said.
“That seems to be difficult for your age. Do you have any ideas or do you already have a concept about your poem?” I asked her.
“I want nature to be my theme!” she said.
I took her paper and pencil and wrote what my mind is telling me.
High mountains and vast oceans
Created by one
My heart wants to go there too
“What do you think?” I said.
“This.........is.........awesome!!!” she took the paper and hugged it.
“I might have the best-written haiku among my classmates!” she mumbled in a happy tone.
“Hmph it's not that difficult because you're talking to Shakespeare's reincarnation,” I said proudly.
She stared at me and all the happiness that she had a while ago was gone. I think I ruined her mood. Yet she still smiled at me.
“Thank you for this Mr. Osnofal. I'm really grateful for having you as my friend” she said.
Same here annoying little brat.
“I'm going home” she added.
“Already? It's still early” I said.
“I have things to do after this so see yah” she opened the door and looked back.
“Thank you for the bread Mrs. Osnofal!” she yelled.
“It's nothing darling” my mum replied.
“Keep safe okay?” I told her.
“Of course I will. I'll visit again” she mumbled.
“You are always welcome here,” I said.
“See ya!” she closed the door.
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The Time When It All Went Wrong
PoesíaLife itself, is miserable. It's like a roller coaster ride, full of ups and downs. More ups to be honest. Some are privileged, some are not. Some are happy, some are not. Some are hopeful, some are not. There are people lucky enough to have all the...
