HOME | DD

Description
Ferri picked a strawberry, laid back in the field and stared at the clouds. She sighed contently and closed her eyes.

Skipping in shorts and a T-shirt, she munched on the berries and stared up at the sky. She was about to sit down, when straw and blades of grass were stuffed into her shirt and sprinkled on her hair, accompanied with young snickering.

"Gu-uys!" The little girl whined.

She attempted to brush herself up, but thought better of it and attacked her brothers back. Soon, the three of them were on the floor, lying on top of each other, covered in straw, and laughing their heads off.

They sat up next to each other, watching the sunset, talking and nibbling on strawberries. Carefree, untroubled.

Those were the times when she could be with her brothers. She could laugh with them, talk to them, share with them, feel them, see them. She didn't have to reminisce about their memories, when she was still making them. She didn't have to miss them. She didn't need to drown herself in nostalgia. She didn't have to be alone.

She hadn't been to this field since they had gone.

Now she opened her eyes and watched the sun set, alone, for the last time, with a smile on her face. She would enjoy this moment and the last strawberry at her lips.

Description
Ferri picked a strawberry, laid back in the field and stared at the clouds. She sighed contently and closed her eyes.

Skipping in shorts and a T-shirt, she munched on the berries and stared up at the sky. She was about to sit down, when straw and blades of grass were stuffed into her shirt and sprinkled on her hair, accompanied with young snickering.

"Gu-uys!" The little girl whined.

She attempted to brush herself up, but thought better of it and attacked her brothers back. Soon, the three of them were on the floor, lying on top of each other, covered in straw, and laughing their heads off.

They sat up next to each other, watching the sunset, talking and nibbling on strawberries. Carefree, untroubled.

Those were the times when she could be with her brothers. She could laugh with them, talk to them, share with them, feel them, see them. She didn't have to reminisce about their memories, when she was still making them. She didn't have to miss them. She didn't need to drown herself in nostalgia. She didn't have to be alone.

She hadn't been to this field since they had gone.

Now she opened her eyes and watched the sun set, alone, for the last time, with a smile on her face. She would enjoy this moment and the last strawberry at her lips.