love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
The scoop of flour is taken and she uses the spoon to tap on the measuring cup as he empties it, this time it's an attempt to help rather than create a Great Flour Disaster. She nods firmly in agreement that strawberries sound very good with pancakes, and happily accepts the one he gives her. She puts the spoon down and holds the strawberry in her hands, gazing down at it as she listens to his simple answer.
She thinks back to the night she'd come here, when Safrin had brought her to be with Sunjata. Little fingers pluck at the green leaves of the strawberry. She misses her mother, very much, much more than she expected, but she isn't sure what to do with that hole in her chest.
"Do you have a mommy?" She asks suddenly, as if she's not sure that everyone does. She finds it within herself to finally take a small bite of the strawberry.
She thinks back to the night she'd come here, when Safrin had brought her to be with Sunjata. Little fingers pluck at the green leaves of the strawberry. She misses her mother, very much, much more than she expected, but she isn't sure what to do with that hole in her chest.
"Do you have a mommy?" She asks suddenly, as if she's not sure that everyone does. She finds it within herself to finally take a small bite of the strawberry.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
