Chapter Forty One

Blueth Mendoza's POV

"Ugghhh... Why is it so hard to insert this thread through this needle hole!?" Ms. Val said as she was sitting on the couch, trying her best to let the thread go through the needle hole. "Hey, Blueth!? Are you done arranging books over there? Help me here please."

"Be right there in a second Ms. Val! I just need to finish stacking these books."

"Well hurry up, I need to sow this hole in my scarf, it looks horrible with this hole in it."

"Well, why don't you just buy a new scarf then?" I said as I walked over to Ms. Val, taking the needle and thread from her. I sat down on the couch next to her as I started inserting the thread through the needle.

Ms. Val let out a small laugh as she looked at me.

"What's wrong? Why are you laughing? Is there something on my face? Is there something funny on me that I need to know about?"

"No, no, you're good kid. It's just, buy a new scarf? I can't do that."

"Why not?" I asked as I handed Ms. Val the needle with the thread already through the hole.

"Thank you." Ms. Val took the needle and started sowing her scarf.

"Soooo, why can't you buy a new scarf?"

"Well, this scarf of mine has sentimental value. I can't just replace it. Replacing it means throwing away the memories I had with it."

I looked at Ms. Val who was still sowing her scarf. "What kind of sentimental value? Is it like, happiness? Sadness? Is the sentimental value of your scarf something that makes you happy?"

Ms. Val let out a giggle as she grabbed the scissors and she cut the thread. "Well, it's a mix of both actually. A mix of both emotions." Ms. Val said as she wrapped the scarf around her neck.

"Is it story time?" I asked as my eyes were filled with stars. I've always loved Ms. Val when she tells me stories. It's not like I don't love her or anything, it's just that she tells the best stories ever! She gives me these chills when she tells stories. Plus, this storytime will give me even more chills! Want to know why? Because this will be the first story Ms. Val will tell about her past. All the stories she told me were all made up and sometimes she just puts together stories from different books. I'm not complaining or anything, I'm just saying what Ms. Val's doing when she tells us stories.

"No, we are not going to have story time because we have lots of books to proofread."

"Did someone say storytime!?" Cathy said as she suddenly appeared behind me. "Count me in!" Cathy then jumped over my head and landed on my lap.

Ms. Val let out a laugh and she patted Cathy on her head. "Okay you two goofballs, I guess I can't do anything now that the two of you are sitting in front of me. Storytime it is. Now, where do I begin?"

"Well, you could start by telling where your scarf came from." I said as I cuddled Cathy. Ms. Val smiled as she continued sowing her scarf.

"Well, this scarf of mine was a gift from my parents."

"You have parents?" I gasp out, interrupting Ms. Val from her story. Ms. Val looked at me with this expression on her face which screams 'Where do you think I came from?'

"Of course I have parents! What? You think that I came from space or something?"

"Actually, yes, with your magical powers and all."

"You want me to tell you the story of my scarf or not?"

"Please tell the story of your scarf."

"Well, then be quiet and let me finish telling the story of my scarf! Anyway, my parents gave me this scarf as a birthday present when I was just a little kid. Well, my dad gave it at least."

Ms. Val kept sowing her scarf, but her smile earlier became a frown as she keeps looking at her scarf. "I can't just buy a new scarf and throw this away because it holds so much sentimental value. This scarf was hand-knitted by my mother, and she planned to give it to me as a gift for my birthday. But she didn't have the chance to give it to me personally because she left the day before my birthday came. But before she left, she told my dad to give it to me."

A frown started forming on my face as I kept listening to Ms. Val. I didn't know that she lost her mother at a young age, come to think of it, I don't know much about Ms. Val's past life, this is the first time I get to hear one of her childhood memories.

"How did your mother die?"

Ms. Val let out a sigh as she cut the thread on her scarf. "Well, she... She got sick and there was no cure for her sickness. She didn't tell us about her sickness, we only knew about her sickness in my mother's last day so we couldn't really do anything but to watch her go." Ms. Val placed down the needle and scissors on the table as she wrapped her scarf around her neck. "And that kids, is the end of the story behind my scarf. That's the reason why I can't buy a new scarf and throw this one away. It's like throwing away my mama's hard work."

"So that's why. And here I thought you can't buy a new scarf because you'll die when you throw away that scarf or something."

"Ha! Do you think I'd die? Nothing can ever knock this foxy gal down! Come here!" Ms. Val laughed as she wrapped her arms around my neck and started giving me a noogie. Cathy jumped out of the way, avoiding Ms. Val.

"Yeah, the two of you enjoy your roughhousing, I'm going to go over there now." Cathy then started walking away. But before she could get away, Ms. Val picked her up and started cuddling her.

"Hey, no fair, I want cuddles too!" I said as I gave them a pouty face. Ms. Val laughed and she pulled me in for a hug.

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That can be arranged, Princess.

-End of Chapter-