“”Just a bit more to pick…“” Mumbled Akiyo softly as she plopped the bright red apple into her basket.

she stepped down on the stool and wiped the sweat form her forehead “”Finally…“ ”she sighed, tilting her head into the warm spring sunlight. She turned around and rushed to her bike.

She stepped on and hung the basket onto the front, the apples bouncing left and right, she started to push her feet, as the bike slowly moving foreward

“”Mama here I come!“”She giggled as she let the air spread across her chest, her Neapolitan brown trailed behind her like a flag, a beautiful one for a matter of fact. She pushed her way through the cobble stone path, occasionally, a leaf would land on her shoulder, or her arm, symbolizing the beauty of the godly environment.

‘After I hand these to mother, I’ll go visit my sanctuary, maybe this time…I’ll have enough time to feed the ducks.’ She thought as she slowly approached the porch.

she jumped off her bike and hung the basket over her arm, her sundress twirling as she moved towards the creaky porch. With each step, the old wood with let out a low “” Krrrrrk…“”. She opened the door and cupped her dainty hands over her mouth “” Mother! I brought you apples!“” ‘No response…she must be upstairs then…’ she thought as the walked inside.

She slipped off her shoes and took off her Slice Of Tarte hat and threw it onto the kitchen counter, as if it was a frisbee. She clenched the basket tight to her chest and rushed upstairs, her feet barely making any sound or noise.

Her mother was ill, and so she wasn’t able to attend to her job as being a maid for the one and only Van Vein family. The Van Vein family owned the huge piece of land Akiyo lived on, the father was the Mayor of the town, the mother was a designer, and the son? He went to a private school, but he graduated early because his father paid for him, and now he was being homeschooled.

Akiyo gently knocked on the door “”Mother?…I brought apples.” She said softly.

“”Come in…“”

Akiyo smiled as she slowly opened the door. Her mother laid on the fragile little bed