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A girl before the school gate. Would weep and cry she would cause a fuss yet plead.

Beg mother, beg father. Take me with you, don't leave me here .

Please. Please .

Please....

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Saturday was rather uneven

Cooking, cleaning then cleaning myself.

The clothes of my father was clean so Benny worn it. It was big and very layback. It look funny.

Our clothes were in big carton.

Father was at the left side and stack on other cartons.

I took it down and open it to see a gun in a slid?!..

The street was long, the sun was hot. Sweat rolled my face and steam clouded my glasses which I cleaned.

The clothes of father was nearly to torn down and very big. In my right pocket was 200box and a list of items to buy.

Benny walked into the city.

It was busty and a little overwhelming.

Mine eyes fell on the spa store but I walked away.

Poke meat weigh half pounds, some shrimps, vegetables. Benny bought alot of food stuff.

It was her birthday.

She brought herself chips.

When long had she eaten one. It was crushing and very good. She loved it.

Then a luxury car speed by. The chip in her mouth became bitter.

Didn't her friend get a car too on her birthday?

She scoff. Benny was ready to go home.

For the corner of her eyes, she saw an old woman.

" Thank you child... You didn't have to." The old woman then arrange her bag as Benny smile sheepish.

" It's nothing." About to walk anyway but the older woman grip her hand.

The grip strong and Nanny couldn't break off. Third view this looked rather friendly.

The older yank her into her embrace.

" I-i'm not gay." Benny who can't think of anything else screamed. It was loud and called attention.

The old woman knock her on the head.

" Don't be silly Child... Don't fall too deep."

Deep?

The woman said nothing more. She gently pulled Benny from her embrace and left leaving a petrified Benny beneath the crowd.

" You..." It was too crowded the figure of the old lady wade afar. The warmth became cold.

Benny eyes went wet.

" Mom?"

That smells. Mellow and a grace of sunflowers. How could she mistake it.

I chase after it but indeed. It wade and never to been seen again.

Ants plucking out for a cube of sugar.