Thirteen

By the time he got back home, he was surprised to smell home cooking, he guessed she was cooking dinner. She didn’t usually do that, since her cooking skills were limited to breakfast. He was usually the one to cook it or they’d order. That’s why they had so many microwave snacks.

He knew when she’d cook dinner it usually meant she’s very happy. He walked toward the kitchen making sure to make some noise, she hated it when he sneaked in on her and sometimes there were accidents. The frying pan against his head was one, her kicking him… down there, was another.

She was happily humming when he got there. She was making some chicken soup; he walked closer to her wrapping her in his embrace. “Oppa!” her smile grew wider as she turned around to face him, still wrapped tightly in his embrace. “Oppa hello!” she waved her hand in welcome.

He chuckled. She was certainly happy. “Hi baby. Did something happen today?”

She nodded. “, guess what my dad sent me”

“What baby?”

“Fluffy!” she said in excitement.

“What’s… fluffy?” he asked.

“Oppa he’s my bunny, I had him since I was four but I lost him when we moved. I thought I’d never see him again” she was holding onto his arms. “Dad found him when he was cleaning the attic” he suppressed a chuckle. She was so cute. He held her a bit closer, only to release her when he heard the bowl whizzing.

On his way to change he saw the toy sitting on a chair. It was a medium size, pink bunny, it had a bow on its head and it was wearing a knitted scarf. He couldn’t help but imagine her playing with it when she was a kid. It was probably too big for her to carry. He was so going to ask her mom for pictures. He went back down stairs; she was sitting on the couch waiting for the food to get ready.