"Columbita go in front of me” Her mother said “Why?” The little girl exclaimed “So I can see you!” She pedals past her mom rolling her eyes in the process. The girl is smiling down on her hot pink princess tricycle, particularly at the princess with the baby blue gown and glass slipper. The mother and daughter are midway to the crosswalk. There are Pepsi cans, glass and weeds taller than the little girl everywhere! The girl spots an empty bag of flaming Hot Cheetos. She mutters to herself in a hushed tone but loud enough for her mom to hear. The girl trying to forget about it sets herself off to get to the cross walk before the moon does, shoulders hunched, knees square and her game face on. Leaving her mom a couple sidewalk steps away. Her mom has a soft expression when she turns her head, she starts to feel guilty. Then thinks to herself but she didn’t get it for me!? And I’m her daughter! “Oh I’m so mad!” She hears a shriek behind her. Automatically she turns her head but doesn’t get the chance to process what she saw. It all happened so fast. She gets off balance in her seat and slides off, landing smoothly. The girl gets up slowly, heart pounding.
The Hispanic small girl with the high ponytail and round brown eyes looks up to her mother with curly messy black hair and a yellow Hollister hoodie.She asked her mom in the sweetest voice she could make “Can I have hot cheeots?” Sternly she says “no.” surprised the girl says “Please, it’s just one dollar!” “I said no!” the mom exclaimed. They were at the cash register and the girl’s eyes turned small, slowly producing tears. She looked at her mom hoping to turn the sob story on. It failed. The mother got the grocery bags quickly and headed toward the gliding doors. Or for the little girl “magic slides!” The girl looked ready to expode; she didn’t want to leave unless she had a bag of hot cheetos in her bony palm! Reluctantly she followed her mom, Hopped on her bike, not bothering to help her mom to carry bags on the bikes handlebars. The girl was not happy!
Mother and daughter were riding out of the parking lot. The girl was mad. Her eyes had the innocent look but her lips were crooked. Her lips were slightly opened, ready to scream at the top of her lungs but she didn’t. The girl knew better by now. One morning in breakfast on a September day, she had dropped a piece of bread on the hardwood floor. She quickly looks at the family dog freckles reaction. From her daddys feet to
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