#anyway first one aged like mf milk let me tell you

[alexcabotgf]

1/? (insp)

[pillow-anime-talk]

wap challenge.

synopsis: ‘WAP challenge’ versus our lovely boys.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; aged up; romance; mild comedy and fluff; suggestive?

includes: female reader ft. hitoshi shinsou & you shindou {bnha} + eita semi & tobio kageyama {hq!!} + seijuurou mikoshiba & rin matsuoka {free!}

— HITOSHI

↘ It was absolutely NOT YOUR idea to do this challenge. Mina was the initiator of it all, because she’s addicted to the TikTok app, plus she knows every trend that is currently taking place. Plus, she’s your bestie, so it’s super obvious that you’ll do a lot of (stupid) things with her to keep an eye on her silly ass. 

↘ UMMM, anyway. Also not gonna lie, but you liked to dance, so it was much easier to induce you this time, hehe.

↘ Therefore, a few trainings later, you could easily record the ‘WAP challenge’ and put it on the pink-haired teenager’s popular account. 

↘ Meanwhile, your lovely boyfriend was in the coffee bar with Denki. Unexpectedly, the latter got a notification on his phone. 

↘ (Of course, we all know that Kaminari is the second TikTok biggest fan and his content is something like ‘Top10 things I don’t like about Bakugo’.)

↘ Coming back to the topic, the blonde’s eyes automatically widened when he saw the video inserted into Mina’s account; he wasn’t surprised by the young girl’s idea and its general performance, but you... He totally didn’t expect it! After all, you were the complete opposite of a crazy pinky one and you were literally the voice of reason in your friendship.

↘ “Oh, God... Wow. You have to see this, Shinsou.” He laughed under his breath, then restarted the short video and turned the black phone to the boy who currently drinking colored bubble tea.

↘ Well. Needless to say, some cold tea flew out of his mouth and his both cheeks turned redder than Kirishima’s hair.

↘ Aaaand he got an boner.

— YOU

↘ That mf... Okay. 

↘ Listen to me.

↘ Honestly, you were never interested in having an account on this whole TikTok app, but you saw a tons YouTube videos of people dancing to an English-speaking female rapper’s song and you just found it as a fun and interesting activity (+ you really liked this lit song, so...).

↘That’s why, you pushed back the furniture in your own room, which was in the Ketsubutsu Academy dorm, and put on a music. The first three attempts were just learning the steps, but by the fourth time you were ready for the real dance, so you tied your hair in a high ponytail to make it more comfortable and corrected the top of your clothes.

↘ Absorbed in setting up the camera and playing the song at the right moment, you didn’t even notice when your boyfriend entered your room. Of course he wanted to say hi or just kiss your pretty face, but at the same moment you jumped up and lifted your leg, quickly dropping to your knees.

↘ Shindou’s eyes widened while he resting his arm against your bedroom white wall. He even bit his lip, feeling a pleasant tingling in the stomach and throat.

↘ To say that he was delighted is definitely not enough.

↘ And when you finished the dance with the split, your boyfriend was still silent... However there was a sound of clapping and mouth pecking throughout the room. Slightly frightened, you turned towards him, and your cheeks flushed deeply.

↘ “Well, well, well. I didn’t expect that, but... I’d love to see it again, babe.” He winked at you, and you quickly covered your red face with your hands, still sitting on the floor.

— EITA

↘ All of us know perfectly that Semi is... a very serious man. I mean, have you seen how much he gives while he playing volleyball and helping his lovely teammates? Eita takes many things seriously (both at school and in private life) hence his strong character and his frequent lack of playfulness when you both have a small talk.

↘ However, you still love him very much and you would do anything for this big baby boy to make him happy and make him feel loved and appreciated as your boyfriend, friend and also volleyball player.

↘ Anyway, you didn’t expect that one day he would come over to your house and your mother would let him in, saying that ‘as always, you are at your own bedroom, listening to music’.

↘ Eita also didn’t expect anything special that day; he just came to you to spend Saturday watching interesting anime, some movies, talking and possibly ordering a pizza at his treat, but then he opened the door to your room and literally at the same moment he saw that you swing your leg up, and after a while you get down on your both knees.

↘ Of course he was so shocked because, firstly, he didn’t expect you to dance, and secondly, he didn’t expect you to dance this kind of moves...

↘ The poor boy who always took everything around him seriously couldn’t absorb for the next few seconds the fact that some people do a lot of things for fun... not for awards and medals like him and his beloved team.

↘ Fortunately, he quickly shook his head and laughed a bit under his breath when you barely managed to do a splits.

— TOBIO

↘ HAHAHGAHHAHDDAHAHAADDXXHJXJXDD. SORRY. I MEAN...

↘ The poor baby boy has his head high in the clouds and is only interested in the volleyball or matches, the milk in the carton from the school vending machine and you.

↘ Therefore, he’s not into the social media like Twitter, TikTok, Tumblr or YouTube. Sometimes he just steals your Spotify or Netflix account, but that’s all.

↘ Therefore, when one random day Hinata and Yamaguchi ran up to him with orange-head’s phone in his hand and a few seconds later asked if he had already seen the video with you in the lead role, the black-haired young man raised an eyebrow up, not understanding about what his two teammates talked at that moment.

↘ However, when after a short while he saw a dance video with loud music on the app on Shouyou’s phone, a small wrinkle appeared on his forehead and his mouth tightened into a narrow line.

↘ When the video was over, he thanked his besties, then took his own smartphone out of his pants pocket to search for your name in contacts. He quickly wrote you a short message, and as you read it, a huge blush appeared on your both cheeks.

↘ Tobi! | 14:23 ; Why didn’t you tell me that you dance? You’re pretty good at it. I’d like to see it privately. See you after classes :).

— SEIJUUROU

↘ :D

↘ Let’s start with the fact that Seijuurou is definitely a social animal and knows a lot of phone apps (unlike Haikyuu boys, lmao).

↘ I mean, he knows perfectly well all Twitter or Tumblr jokes and general slang, his favorite app is probably Instagram, and the Urban Dictionary is his second home, his bestie. Not need to mention that you share Netflix together, you two also are on the same Discord channel, and on top of that, he makes a shitpost on his own Facebook profile.

↘ No wonder that one day when he caught you dancing to the Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion song, he immediately joined to you. As if dancing had been in his veins from the day he was born, almost like swimming.

↘ The young man literally took all your viewers off the account and all the beauty of the fame you worked hard while you putting your own content on the channel.

↘ ‘Well... I expected that.’

↘ After a few days, of course, you changed the main theme of your account and instead of creating it by yourself, you shared it with your beloved boyfriend (after all, you couldn’t refuse the fans and the red-head...).

↘ Now you put all kinds of videos and posts together, and the people on TikTok like both of you very much and consider you two to be the sweetest couple in the whole world.

↘ Camila and Shawn are nothing compared to you!

— RIN

↘ I think Rin would know what TikTok is, and also know that you have an account there, but he has never been more interested in it than necessary. 

↘ I mean, it might have existed, but he wouldn’t be interested in getting into the ‘world’ of any influencers and celebrities.

↘ Well. 

↘ The big boy was very busy with swimming and with planning your dates...

↘ So when he listened to music on YouTube one randomly evening and totally accidentally click a complication video with ‘WAP Challenge’ tiktoks, he was surprised that you showed up as one of the dancers.

↘ Your all movements were polished and super strong. You danced really great, better than Rin could ever have imagined. Dressed in black shorts and a gray top, you fit well with the sounds and voice of a female rapper, and as the cherry head knew English, his tongue automatically lick his lower lip.

↘ Hmm, I don’t think I need to add to this headcanon the fact that shortly after watching the short video with you about another 20 times, Rin put on his feet shoes and decided to go to your house.

[skiyoosmi]

oh my u followed me back im so honoured😳 that hc u wrote was really good!! especially considering its your first uwaaaa may i req bokuto, kuroo and the miya twins having an smol s/o who has a sweet childish personality hcs👉🏻👈🏻

ღೃ*  𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  ༉‧₊˚✧

𝘽 𝙊 𝙆 𝙐 𝙏 𝙊

✎ . . . .   the inseparable power couple

✎ . . . .   he aDORES YOU SO MUCH THAT HE BRAGS YOU OFF TO HIS TEAMMATES EVERY. SINGLE. MOMENT.

✎ . . . .   they almost know everything about you because of how much he talks about you

✎ . . . .   but they just let him be because moody bokuto is a biG NO

✎ . . . .   poor akaashi— he has to hear bokuto ramble about how smol and squishy you are

✎ . . . .   if he’s not with bokuto, he’s with you

✎ . . . .   let’s say you’re vv close with him as well

✎ . . . .   this time... he’ll hear your gushing about your boyfriend

✎ . . . .   he literally deadpans at the two of you and get tired of hearing the names y/n and bokuto over and over again

✎ . . . .   akaashi’s thoughts: i’m dying can’t they both just shut up for once

✎ . . . .   anyways,, you breathe = bokuto squeals

✎ . . . .   fights are not in your vocabularies

✎ . . . .   with both of your childishness, fukurodani becomes even louder

✎ . . . .   as if it wasn’t already loUD BEFORE????

✎ . . . .   during his practices and matches, you’re practically his cheering squad; always making sure that you shout his name and clap

✎ . . . .   you literally order ask those around you to cheer as well

✎ . . . .   a sTRONG WOMAN I STAN

✎ . . . .   this gives relief to akaashi because there’s less of moody bokuto

✎ . . . .   akaashi thoughts part 2: y/n, bless your parents for making you and letting you exist

𝙆 𝙐 𝙍 𝙊 𝙊

✎ . . . .   a mf tEASE

✎ . . . .   he’ll never let you hear the end of it; casually throwing jokes here and there

✎ . . . .   but then you fight back... and attack his hair he apparently “spent hours” on fixing

✎ . . . .   a childish banter is a norm for the two of you

✎ . . . .   kenma ALWAYS grumbles how annoying you two are because you always turn to him to ask who’s right or smth like that

✎ . . . .   poor baby stuck with idiOTS

✎ . . . .   both of you are??? s i m p s for each other

✎ . . . .   there was this one time where he actually took the joke too far and yAKU has to scold him for it

✎ . . . .   cause he relates with being smol lmao,, sorry yakumama

✎ . . . .   he then makes up to you and says sorry for literally a thousand times

✎ . . . .   being the sweet partner you are, you also kiss him a thousand times

✎ . . . .   *internally sCREAMS*

✎ . . . .   he absolutely loves giving you a bear hug anytime of the day because you’re so smol like he literally cradles you

✎ . . . .   especially after they win a game!!1!

✎ . . . .   he’d be like: cooing

✎ . . . .   “baby, you’re so cuteEEe...”

✎ . . . .   “tetsu, i’m the SAME AGE AS YOU?!”

✎ . . . .   “but you’re so small and li- oW!! WHAT THE HELL YOU—”

𝙊 𝙎 𝘼 𝙈 𝙐

✎ . . . .   i honestly think it would take a lot of time and effort before he becomes really comfy with a stranger; i feel like he would be a little more on the formal side (just a little bit because he can still be blunt or aloof) when meeting someone new

✎ . . . .   sOOOo you were probably the one who approached him through atsumu

✎ . . . .   with a sweet personality like yours, you got close in no time

✎ . . . .   you always have this aura with him that’s so touching

✎ . . . .   inarizaki team be like: miya osamu, you have become a mAN

✎ . . . .   conversations: FOOD RECIPES esp. onigiri

✎ . . . .   in his eyes, you were the sun, moon and stars combined

✎ . . . .   osamu’s thoughts: how could the whole universe fit into this smol bean????

✎ . . . .   wHIPPED

✎ . . . .   months later, atsumu realizes his brother’s feelings for you

✎ . . . .   samu would ask how’d he know

✎ . . . .   “bITCH IM YOUR TWIN OF COURSE I KNOW”

✎ . . . .   “it took you months???”

✎ . . . .   atsumu would probably unconciously snitch on him because of his loud mouth

✎ . . . .   “soOoo... samu, a little birdie told me you like me???”

✎ . . . .   DAMN YOU ATSUMU

✎ . . . .   he’s internally screaming because he never planned to confess so soon?!?!?

✎ . . . .   “don’t worry, samu... i like you too!!”

✎ . . . .   you gave him a bright smile and he was sure as hell he felt his heart burst that moment

✎ . . . .   random thought of mine but: FOREHEAD KISSES

✎ . . . .   he literally crouches down to your eye-level and then kisses your forehead

✎ . . . .   aHHHh and then after him, you kiss his forehead too

✎ . . . .   cAUSE FOREHEAD KISSES ARE SO INTIMATE IM—

𝘼 𝙏 𝙎 𝙐 𝙈 𝙐

✎ . . . .   everyday is a battle to see who’s more childish!!1!

✎ . . . .   you pout, he pouts

✎ . . . .   an old married couple who argues every moment they can

✎ . . . .   e.g. “pepsi or coca cola”

✎ . . . .   “pepsi is better bITCH”

✎ . . . .   “have you never drank cOCA COLA???”

✎ . . . .   this will go on for more than ten minutes until kita comes

✎ . . . .   “both are not healthy, just drink milk for your bones”

✎ . . . .   “a-AYE SIR!!!1!”

✎ . . . .   moving on!! he’s just like osamu; a sucker for forehead kisses because he can never get enough of it

✎ . . . .   “y/n kiss me!”

✎ . . . .    “no”

✎ . . . .   “why not”

✎ . . . .   “just cause”

✎ . . . .   literally whines at you and goes off to find kita and tell him to order you to kiss him

✎ . . . .   but ofc, when you’re the only two in the room: you pepper him with kisses all over his face

✎ . . . .   when you cuddle, there are times when he’d ask to be the small spoon and since you are so sweEEEet, you let him be

✎ . . . .   for most of the cuddle time, you literally lie on top of him and he goes: uWU

✎ . . . .   you are: his sUNSHINE

✎ . . . .   he can never imagine living with someone who was not you

✎ . . . .   your personality made him whipped like his twin lol so thankful to have someone who would understand him and his childishness

[ecotone99]

[MF] Dandelion Winds

She didn’t come out her room for the first two weeks. Seldom she moved, mostly to the bathroom, and never cared to eat. She never missed to feed me on time, but she didn’t seem to eat anything. She was growing weak, she was already old enough to end her endeavor on this world, she might be at least a 100-year-old by now. Her hair was all gray, like the cotton candy they sell in the carnival. She said I shouldn’t eat a lot of it, but she let me have some anyways every time she brought them. She was tired as the plants in her backyard, dull and weak all on ground. She owns a big farm, big enough to make you tired running half way across the land. I try every time and never got past halfway, it will dry your tongue and throats, make you pant like your lungs will burst, and if you won’t stop, you might even die. That big of a farm she owned. And since last week she has been sitting all in her room, she has shown the least bit of interest in anything other than staring at the wooden wall of her room. The wall that fell apart last summer, the one her husband chose to fix by himself. He too was an old man, but stronger than her. He was a big stout guy with a white beard and moustache covering his entire face. All you could see is his smile with a yellow tint that appeared in between his moustache and beard. I helped him fix that wall with the tools. Two days after that he was gone. He died. He was old. Buried in our backyard. That’s how they all do here. He was such a nice man, we used to play a lot together, we had our own moments, always fun, playing, laughing. I couldn’t bear the thought that he was gone. I knew he was still under that loose soil in our backyard. When I could no longer control, I tried to dig him up again and tell him how much I missed him, to tell him how much I loved him. It was stupid, and everyone was angry at me for what I did. I can reason with them. I understand their feelings. Who am I after all! She wasn’t sad this much even when he died. She sure did love her husband, still not this much sadness swallowed her. No one had died recently, yet she is heartbroken, her eyes tearful and swollen.

It was a happy family, she and her husband David lived in the house at the south most corner of the field. The house faced the farm and the sun shone right into our faces every morning. I liked how it woke up from our sleeps. They had a fixed routine, every morning after fixing up a breakfast for the all of us, she will leave with David to the chicken farm. They have around two hundred chicken in there, they sure do had enough workers to deal with them. But they found a pleasure in doing at least some of it on their own. She had her favorite of tasks. David and his wife were people of moral values. They found it difficult to kill the birds they raised for food. So they always chose to sell them alive, and the eggs that weren’t sold, the excess ones, were always allowed to hatch. She treated those hens specially with more food and care. And one day when the eggs hatch, she would be standing there by the hen, equally proud as the mother. She found a happiness in it. Or, she admired anything that formed a new life. A delicate lady she was. Meanwhile, David was the one who always took the tasks of cleaning and transportation, only because he wasn’t ready to trust anyone with those tasks completely. Sometimes he will be so tired, and just stand there watching his labors work according to his suggestions. On the farm and field, he was strict and scary, otherwise a nice gentleman who was loved by all the town folks. He was the familiar face of the farm in town. He had a small truck he drove across the town carrying the eggs, milk, and everything else they produced at the farm. There were few regular customers who had orders every day. Most of the time I too joined him on his tour, to avoid being in the fields monitoring the workers with her. The drives were fun, once in a while David will blast some cool Beatles song in a loop, which there after he will keep singing all the day. He loves the Beatles, but not the beetles, he smashes them on sight. I didn’t join him on that day. He drove alone, grooving to some song on his stereo, moving his shoulders and heads to the beat, yet keeping eyes on the road. I was asked to stay back for some work. He drove along the woods with ‘I Feel Fine’ . It wasn’t his fault; the tree just chose to fall. It was all ‘ a bad series of coincidences’ to David. Though that noble man left with a happy face. Dead yet happy. The farm, the fields, the hen, the cows, everything was David’s years long work, his dream. And he left all of it for his wife and his children who had no interest in it.

She and David were married for 13 years, when they finally decided to adopt a child, and they didn’t stop with one. I have seen her tell that tale a hundred times to David, remembering each and every detail of that journey from the farm to the orphanage. The officer was David’s close friend, he was the one who pressured them to adopt until they eventually agreed. David was never convinced with the philosophy of adoption. He believed certain things that will be passed on through blood won’t exist in adopted kids. Though he agreed for her happiness. She was the one more worried about not having kids. And one day, while working in the farm, he asked her out of the blue, whether they could adopt a kid. She was holding one of the new hatchlings in her hand petting them. She was dumbstruck, she couldn’t put her feelings into words, she stood still with her eyes full of tears which was eventually wetting the chick in her palm, which squeaked mildly to its sour taste. They took a drive to the Orphanage in the truck, all she had in mind was the excitement of having a kid of their own finally. The officer welcomed them warmly, he seemed to be pretty excited about getting rid of a child from the facility. Not a noble man who deliberately cared to find them a better home. They were brought to meet the kids, to get to know them and choose one of them. They met around 12 kids and the triplets were the ones who caught her eye. They weren’t actually triplets or related in anyways. They were just three kids who always played together and got named thus. They seemed unusually happy in a situation anyone else would say drastic. The triplets were exactly 2 years apart in age. The youngest, Paul, the middle one Michelle, and the eldest John. Michelle was the obvious choice for David, he always wanted a daughter, though not by adopting. He let her make the decision, and that gracious women as always did the rightful. She took all three of them in. She telling the story always ended in exclaiming how those three transformed the mood of the farm and their lives. Kids always bring a change in our life. And as an expecting mother I understand her feelings more.

On the west side of the corn field, she had made a space of her own. When David was bothered by the Dandelions that had infested his fields, she had another idea in mind. It wasn’t the corns that was affected by the Dandelions, it was David himself. He had an aggressive allergy to the Blow Balls. Because of that he always kept away from them and had ordered his farm labors to pluck them all. She loved Dandelions though. She collected some blow balls. Found a place west of the corn field, prepared a bed for the dandelions. She planted them there in confidence that the wind won’t take them back to the fields. Also she needed a place to be where David won’t come looking for her. It was usual for them to get into a fight ever since they had got the kids. The initial bliss didn’t last long, especially considering the fact that David wasn’t much thrilled about the adoption. Raising three kids wasn’t an easy task for them, they fought over many things, and she would come sit near her all bloomed dandelions, staring at the red dusk sky, lost in her thoughts. David won’t come looking for her. But when she goes back, he will have a meal prepared especially for her and have them with his kids, kissing his wife. David was a great man, and he had a great wife! But his children turned out to be another league.

When David died in the accident, the three kids too returned to the farm. He was pretty old and they were so young. Young as if you could see their blood boil. It was a sad fact that the kids never made a connection with David though he tried his best. All David knew about was about farming and taking care of his livestock other than the Beatles. He loved these three things more than anything in his life. He was a man who had practical knowledge. But that never helped him to gather the attention of his kids. Like me, he has always tried to take them to the farm with him as well. They rarely did, and when they went with him, they’ll keep annoying him with complaints. Eventually David gave up the idea and the kids concentrated on their formal education which they were actually good at. David had no objection in that. He understood that he can’t persuade them into what they don’t like. But he was still worried what would happen to his farm, his wife and his animals after he’s gone. He always mentions this to his wife after a tiring day of work and they two will sit there staring at the vast fields under the blazing sun lost in the thoughts of their missing legacy. After the funeral, Paul, Michelle and John stayed there for a week. That night over dinner, were she preceded the meal, she kept talking about David. To which they all nodded in silence. The nights after that were all silent , and on the seventh night, they three had left, back to their lives and we two were the only one left in the farm.

Our days continued to be the same, except the fact that we missed David. I have found her crying in her dandelion park a few times. Whenever she sees me, she will try to cheer herself saying something about the dandelions. Like, “Martha was saying last day that these flowers are actually edible”, with tears in her eyes and a grin in her mouth, “ how could someone think of eating these adorable ones”, she exclaims. She loved them like she loved those chickens. And one day, I uprooted one of her dandelions, which I was instantly sorry for seeing her expression. She took it from and put the long slender rooted plant back into a small pit she dug up with her fingers. And smiled at me. Our routines continued, we alone in the farm were David was the life. She tried her best to keep things running as it used to. How hard we tried nothing was back to normal again, but nothing wasn’t falling apart either. She hired a driver to take the orders to the shops, and instructed him to be careful about the path. She still was hatching the excess eggs, and had a herd of little chicks that followed her around. She had to limit her time at different parts of the farm with the workers. She had to do it alone now. And she was doing her best. Whenever she walks by a dandelion in the corn field she would remember David and stand there for a while. Years passed after David’s death. The three kids visited their mother once in a while. They weren’t attached to their home either. It was like they hated being adopted into the family. Their visits gradually become weekly calls, then to months. She got used to it and never complained.

It was yet another day in her life, mine as well, a regular one where we did our chores and I was six months pregnant. It wasn’t easy anymore to run across the fields, nor allowed. It had slowed me down a lot. I couldn’t even keep up walking with her despite she being so old. She didn’t bother that I was slow, mostly she suggests me to stay at home. Which I would love to, but on second thought, being alone will suck. So as always, I choose to go to the farm with her. But to our surprise we had guests. Or people who thought that way always and never realized it was theirs too. We went back inside and made them settle down. The kids wanted to talk to her, and they four sat across the room facing each other. Alas, the kids have finally understood their rights over the farm. But on a wrong note. They were asking her to give them their shares of the farm. And added, that they were planning to invest on something more profitable than a farm with their shares which I couldn’t clearly understand. She couldn’t agree with them and the discussion turned out to be an argument. The old women never gave up in her decision to preserve her husbands dream. The triplets stormed out of the house. And she didn’t hear from them for another couple of days. A week went by and there was no news of them, and that’s when she started to grew paranoid. She made a couple of calls to their married ones, who thought they were with her. Her paranoia continued for a few days, and after the last call she made, she hadn’t said anything, she hadn’t eaten anything, she hadn’t moved anywhere. She was in here all the time. She made sure that I got food at time as I was pregnant. The last 2 weeks of my pregnancy went by in silence. We both had our rest in the warmth of the house. I had my bed prepared for the delivery. I know I had to do it on my own. I found my spot and rested there waiting for her to get back to her normal state

It is the last day of the second week. She is still her room, idle. She got me food as always. I didn’t feel hungry. I think my labour is nearing. I was feeling cold on a sunny day. So lazy that I stayed in my comfort place. And when the sun went down, I realized I was right. I was about to labour. I was tensed, I hoped if she had stayed with me. I knew I had to do it alone. And I did; I did make a few pushes on my own, I was panicking, I had to tell myself that I could do it. I closed my eyes and deepened my breaths. I felt a touch on my head. I knew it was her, and all of a sudden, I grew confident. The birth was a bit rigorous. I gave birth to triplets, to her amusement. She helped me clean them and put them beside me to feed. And she went back to the room to make one more call, which made her cry, she wept like a baby lying on the floor. It was the last thing I saw before I fell into sleep. Her crying sprees continued in secret, like she never wanted me to figure out she was crying, but I always did. I wish I could ask her, but didn’t felt like disturbing her privacy. Let her fix her own heart I thought.

Another week went by, but we weren’t alone anymore. She and me had three babies to take care of. And in the evenings, when they are asleep, we made it a habit to walk to dandelion park. She’ll lead, I’ll follow, as I have always, wagging my tail. We will sit there watching the red sky kissing the setting sun, lost in our own thoughts. And that day, the colorful dandelions were gone, they were now white, and light to touch. A wind came from east, leading to west, far out to the woods were the long trees stood. On its way it blew the blow balls, taking them away, with its own course. All there was left was one little strand that gave birth to the seeds the wind has stolen. Rustling through the leaves and the winds passed. Breaking the silence, she exclaimed, “Why can’t the wind blow away from the woods!”. And I saw her eyes full of tears, and now I knew what was in her mind. I had a lot to tell her, but I chose just to lick her tears off and her sorrows. Breaking into a smile, hugging me back, we spent our day’s watching the wind carry the dandelions through the gaps on the board that read, ‘Julia’s Farm’.

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