Shopping was foreign to me.
Father had bought our clothes
from our home country,
then Aoi would buy us some,
whenever she
took a trip to town.
But goings there,
and choosing things that
I liked
and things that
I preferred
was completely new.
Mother gave us
one of her sidelong glances.
They same one she gave us
when she found out that
we'd never had our own rooms,
barely ate food from our own country,
weren't allowed to wear trousers,
or read books,
or watch movies,
or visit our friends' house.
I shied away from her glance,
and stuck close to Suki.
She gaped at the displays in awe
and I frowned
the unknown scared me
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Savor The Moonlight - Book 1 | ✔
Short Story[completed] Harmony is empty. She doesn't speak out, nor does she do anything that could possibly spark her father and step mother's rage. Besides, isn't it better to stay quiet than to deal with the fall-out caused by expressing h...
