So I decided to make up the story, just for fun.
Plus, I have nothing to write about regarding to my everyday mundane lives.
Lilly is six years old.
She has freckles on her tiny low nose and wears pinky pink circle glasses.
She'd always read and hug her thick books to her chest.
She is shorter than kids in her age. alot..
Lilly got excited, because Christmas is approaching, ya'll.
Her mom.. JoAnn.. is just all about her.
She's freaking tall and super slender.
Her hobby is crossing her legs, to just show off. She thinks her legs are the supreme ones while no one agrees with that. Of course, only thru their minds, because if they tell that truth to her, she'd kick their ass. So harsh.
She has pointy nose and pointy chin with earthy space-like cheeks.
Unlike her daughter Lilly, JoAnn has crystal white powder shiny smoothy skin.
Even with that skin, she still wears 3 inches of powder to her skin.
And now it almost appears like a ghost.
JoAnn has big fat mouth.
One day, Lilly was reading her favorite book, "come hold my hands" sitting on her comforty cushiony couch.. to satisfy her little own world.
She was so concentrating reading her book and her glasses is just about to fall off.
She was so into that last little paragraph on ch. 9.
"Smack her!!!"
Her glasses finally fell off. Her little chest got so surprised.
Lilly blinked her eyes rapidly and she looked over to kitchen.
JoAnn was on the phone, talking to her friend while she was rubbing her linear reddish toe nails agressively.
She continued.
"Let me tell ya. She ain't gonna appreciate that. How many times I told ja. Just smack her! Then, walk out of a door. And then.. done! done with her! everything's fine and cool. Wha cha worrin about, huh?"
Looking at that, Lilly sighed quitely.
She put her hands on forehead.
She was able to feel hot steam coming out from her nostrils.
And then, she took a deep breath and looked to the page where she just stopped.
"Nah uh! We cannot! forgive a bitch like her."
That's right.
Lilly.. finally got annoyed.
She walked over to JoAnn, walking like marching band, baby.
"Mom," talking prim.
"huh? Why you cute little sweet my pot pie?" shifting her tone of voice 180 degree differently.
"Would you tone down a bit, plz?"
Her eyes got overly humongous, JoAnn said as if not expected that, "Oh, did I interrupt you, honey?"
Lilly nodded with staring her mom like an authoratative school principal.
Embarassed, JoAnn raised her shoulder and narrowed her body with putting the cuttiest childish smile that you can ever expect, on her face.
"Oh sorry, honey. I didn't know that. I'll make sure zip my lips. You dear trust u ah mummy, right?"
"We'll see," still keep her stubborn primness.
It was Christmas Eve.
Lilly got so excited.. can't even explain in a word how much she was wishing for a Santa.
She eyed a wooden hard house door.
"Mommy. Would Santa come through that door?" tone of really wanting to know the answer so desperately.
"Honey. Santa ain't gonna be happy if you keep tryin to ask that way," JoAnn answers to Lilly while she was icing on a carrot cake.
But standing so firmly in her belief, Lilly keep starin at that door.
Nelly's song Hot in here was drifting out of black, old and unflattery type radio.
JoAnn is cooking for Lilly's Christmas Bash.
She scoops chocolate mousse out of white rectangle sized plastic ice cream container for Lilly.
It ain't easy, cus that mousse is icy hard, been staying at freezer for hours and hours.
JoAnn gives up scooping that thang out after fourth spoon.
She then moves onto tea and pours the green tea into Lilly's kids size cup.
Putting an interesting looking on that tea, Lilly sip a green tea.
"Yuck!" with putting alot of wrinkles on her nose, forehead and chin.
Raising her eyebrows, JoAnn stepped to her and "Wha ssuh matter, honey?"
Trying to remind herself that bad bitter taste of green tea, "It's a disaster, mommy."
"Oh, that ain't good!" with a pressuring southern accent while finger pointing at that cup.
When night approaches, JoAnn flips the switch and asks Lilly to blow the candles sticking hard on mocha round cake.
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