It is a hot sunny day; the boy’s shirt is sticking to his body. He sits laughing with his older sister. They sit at a picnic table, their faces are red from the heat; they wait for their mother to bring them cold lemonade. Their mother comes out of the house carrying pink lemonade with ice. When the children see it, they get excited looks on their faces. They sip their lemonade quickly. When they are done, they leap up from the table and race away to the pool. Their mother comes back outside smiling and clears the cups away. She watches the small outlines of her children in the distance.
The ugly sweater sits in the closet, Never been worn, full of dust. It’s always wanted to be, but its owner never Even looked at it. Whenever the owner opens The closet, the ugly sweater pleads to be picked. But sadly, no.
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