"Mama?" You ask, opening the creaky front door to the porch. "What are you doing?" Your mother turns around on the rocking chair she's sitting on and offers you a sad smile.
"Come here, honey." She says softly.
"Am I in trouble? I didn't know the dog would eat the book! I'll pay the library back!" You tell her, panic rumbling in your stomach. Shelly the golden retriever, with all her lovable energy, tended to eat things that were not food.
"No, (Y/N), it's not like that." She laughs. "Come here." She beckons you to her lap. You crawl on it, hugging her arms around you. You love her, how she can make even the saddest day happy with a hug, how gently she tucks you into bed, and how she's just, well, your mom. She looked out into the sunset. 57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzpsbrxESr4
"Things used to be different." 57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJr4rqU1spJ
"What?" You ask, confused. "What used to be different?" 57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLCsjMVQz73
Your mother smiles down at you. "Everything. Even the sunset now is made with harmful bio toxins. It used to be cool around this time of year when I was your age. The leaves would turn spectacular shades of red, orange, and yellow. You could rake them up into a pile and jump in. Now everything is technology, and the whole world is basically summer year round because of global warming. I just wish I could have shown you how magical things can be. I want you to experience the joy nature brings. I'm sorry about the way things are going." You look up at her in surprise. You thought that grown ups could solve every problem that was sent their way. You look out onto Mt. Ebott, where your love for nature grew. Your eyes scan every plant and feature that you love, and suddenly, you feel a sense of protectiveness. You don't want this beauty to be taken away! And then, you spot something. You wriggle out of your mom's lap and run to the patch of plants that have caught your attention. You pick two, and bring them back. 57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWyB3ygduCH
"Dandelions! We can make a wish!" You beam, handing your mother one. She smiles and takes it. "I wish I could make a difference." You think, screwing your eyes closed and blowing as hard as you can. As you watch the seeds blow away, your mother is watching you. 57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDDwTIyi6DT
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HI!! Little (A/N) here! So this book is going to be published slowly, as I still need to make new ones and upload already written ones on here! Magical smoke bomb! I'm out!57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPiDCeM1gFs
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