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Strawberry🍓
Chapter 1
The rumble of the truck was wandering beside my ears, the cool wind was sculping a crazy haircut on my head. A familiar soil smell drilled into my nose, my eyes closed, but still could feel the nasty of this long trip.
A few minutes later, a itchy woke me up, is mom, her hand was poking me.
"Wake up, buddy. We're arrived!" She said to me with a sofe voice.
I slowly opened my heavy eyes, looked at mom's colorful face like I was confusing.
"We're here! Emily's farm." She called out like a crazy dancing bird, her face full of excitement, a huge smile appeared between her flaming red lips and revealing her white teeth.
Emily, my aunty. I definitely would not jointed this boring trip and came to this dull and a place which is full of dirty soil and wet plants if mom allows me. None of them in this farm look exquisite. I quickly put on my sunglasses and my pink pincesse scarf, made sure that I wouldn't smell those things and see their dirty hands, or just ignore them.
"Ouch! My feet." I heard mom said.
I turned around, her heel just stuck on the drainage hole tightly, her foot was struggling at it and tried to pull it out, but it isn't move a second, nothing changed but her disgusting red toenail scratched a little.
"Come here to help, Lilian." She suggested.
I put out one or two fingers out, gently touched her shoes heel like I was cleaning the dinner table as usual.
"Try to push it harder..."She said again.
I rolled my eyes, my brain was telling me "I not gonna do that, never~" Again and again.
But then, a familiar voice broke the embarrass.
"Oh! I didn't know you came, sister. You said you might arrive here at 10:00." She said to us.
"Yes I did, but I said 'might', not definitely." Mom repeated with her embarrassed voice.
She was wearing a dark red color sweater with a big strawberry on it, a blue jeans and a blond curly hair decorated with couple yellow flowers. And she's aunty Emily. The farm's master.
"Here, let me help you..." Aunty emily said to mom while her hands were holding mom's shoes heel and pushing it as hard as a man. With a little creak, the problem solved.
And then they hugged together and kissed each other's chin. I turned around with a disgusted.
Then she turned to me.
"Oh! You growing up Lilian! I still remember I used to holding you with my hands to let you fall asleep and gave you a sweet night kiss when you was a baby." She recalled.
I didn't say anything, with a shiver, I just imagined how crazy and disgusting she was when she kissed me and how sad I was that I can't even refuse her kiss and her hands.
"How did you did that?" I asked aunty Emily.
"You mean the stuck heel?"
"Yeah."
"Well, if you wanna know, that's really simple, just push it hard with your hands and... that's it." She explained it to me.
"How could a girl can has that kind of force, like a man." I said.
"Eee...ok." She repeated.
"Oh, you cold?" She asked me and pointed at the scarf around my mouth.
"No."
"So... why you wearing a scarf?"
"In order to aoid those unpleasant smells." I answered her, looking at those white flowers on the other side of the farm.
The rumble of the truck was wandering beside my ears, the cool wind was sculping a crazy haircut on my head. A familiar soil smell drilled into my nose, my eyes closed, but still could feel the nasty of this long trip.
A few minutes later, a itchy woke me up, is mom, her hand was poking me.
"Wake up, buddy. We're arrived!" She said to me with a sofe voice.
I slowly opened my heavy eyes, looked at mom's colorful face like I was confusing.
"We're here! Emily's farm." She called out like a crazy dancing bird, her face full of excitement, a huge smile appeared between her flaming red lips and revealing her white teeth.
Emily, my aunty. I definitely would not jointed this boring trip and came to this dull and a place which is full of dirty soil and wet plants if mom allows me. None of them in this farm look exquisite. I quickly put on my sunglasses and my pink pincesse scarf, made sure that I wouldn't smell those things and see their dirty hands, or just ignore them.
"Ouch! My feet." I heard mom said.
I turned around, her heel just stuck on the drainage hole tightly, her foot was struggling at it and tried to pull it out, but it isn't move a second, nothing changed but her disgusting red toenail scratched a little.
"Come here to help, Lilian." She suggested.
I put out one or two fingers out, gently touched her shoes heel like I was cleaning the dinner table as usual.
"Try to push it harder..."She said again.
I rolled my eyes, my brain was telling me "I not gonna do that, never~" Again and again.
But then, a familiar voice broke the embarrass.
"Oh! I didn't know you came, sister. You said you might arrive here at 10:00." She said to us.
"Yes I did, but I said 'might', not definitely." Mom repeated with her embarrassed voice.
She was wearing a dark red color sweater with a big strawberry on it, a blue jeans and a blond curly hair decorated with couple yellow flowers. And she's aunty Emily. The farm's master.
"Here, let me help you..." Aunty emily said to mom while her hands were holding mom's shoes heel and pushing it as hard as a man. With a little creak, the problem solved.
And then they hugged together and kissed each other's chin. I turned around with a disgusted.
Then she turned to me.
"Oh! You growing up Lilian! I still remember I used to holding you with my hands to let you fall asleep and gave you a sweet night kiss when you was a baby." She recalled.
I didn't say anything, with a shiver, I just imagined how crazy and disgusting she was when she kissed me and how sad I was that I can't even refuse her kiss and her hands.
"How did you did that?" I asked aunty Emily.
"You mean the stuck heel?"
"Yeah."
"Well, if you wanna know, that's really simple, just push it hard with your hands and... that's it." She explained it to me.
"How could a girl can has that kind of force, like a man." I said.
"Eee...ok." She repeated.
"Oh, you cold?" She asked me and pointed at the scarf around my mouth.
"No."
"So... why you wearing a scarf?"
"In order to aoid those unpleasant smells." I answered her, looking at those white flowers on the other side of the farm.
