On her birthday

This week was creative and fun! Carefully selected flower fairy dolls of various petite sizes were ordered for little Sara. She was turning 9 that year and loved the idea of having a party in her mother's living room. She helped her to arrange floral bouquets. In a house that resembled a little doll house in all its entity, Sara lived alone with her mom. Life was good. Sara had very long brown curly hair dangling below her waist. It made her quite pretty; though she never considered herself attractive in any way. She always thought she looked rather pretty and presentable in high fashion which made her mom come up with creative ideas to spend a reasonable amount of money. Her dad was away and separated from her mother. Sara never quite understood why it mattered anyway. She had no memories of him and he made arrangements not to come back. That particular morning, her mama woke her up. Sara was rather enchanted that mama would present her with a present and a birthday wish as early as possible like all other years. She was rather eager to receive her dolls in enchanting and colorful paper boxes, delicately wrapped and tied up in ribbons...

That particular day was cold in the morning. Sara went to school as usual. After school, it rained. She got wet on the way home and saw no presents or sights of birthday recognition.

Her hair was dripping with rain drops and her feet were cold. Suddenly, she saw Grandma's old dog, Victoria. Victoria jumped up and down and wagged her tail excitedly when Sara dropped to her knees and hugged her Grandma's dog.

Is Grandma here? She asked.

Suddenly walking into the living room, she felt like she was in dream. She walked into an incredible scene. Grandma was sitting in the middle of the room, along with aunts, uncle Bernard, and all of her friends and classmates from the neighborhood and school...

Her friends were dressed in butterfly, and flower fairy dresses, gowns, wings, and beautiful hair wigs done up in pretty decorative fashion. Some more guests arrived little by little.

Sara ran up the stairs to fetch a clean towel and dry her hair while she quickly put on a party gown. Mama was hidden deeply in the kitchen making marvelous biscuits, and buns.

Aunt Sweeney followed her up the stairs and joined her in her small room. Her wall paper was charming and added a light touch.

Aunt Sweeney lived afar and it was a real treat to see her. Sara expressed her gratitude and told her that she had already had the best birthday ever.

Oh, why! Thank you dear. You are a sweet girl. Come, come... We must help you to get ready for your party! Aunt Sweeney said.

Dear aunt helped Sara put on a satin blue gown with cream lace trimmings and tied up her waist with a blue satin belt and large ribbon.

It was impossible to brush Sara's hair. Mama would testify to that.

Aunt Sweeney dressed Sara's hair in tiny bows and rushed her down the stairs.

In the room, there was laughter, talks, and compliments. Very many best wishes were made in piles of boxes, lavishly wrapped in beautiful paper and ribbons. Many cards were piled on the powder room table.

Sara was thrilled to be dining with everyone and after dinner, candles were stuffed into delicious fruit filled buns, sprinkled with sugared candies.

After singing, Sara went deeply into a thought that if every year could be as magical as this, it would surely be wonderful, but as life has given her many great lessons, good times pass and memories ought to be built for later days, weeks, months, and years to come.

THE END