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"WE ARE THEEEERE!!" Noah cried and his scream echoed through the plane. "Shhhhhh!" whispered an old lady who was sitting across the aisle from Noah. "I'm just in the dramatic scene of this movie!" she murmured angrily. "Well, she can't say much." Noah muttered to Coco as she scolded him. "She was shouting things like 'Kill him!' and 'No! please don't die!' throughout the WHOLE plane ride." he said, imitating her. And it was true. The woman had been so caught up in her movies that she hadn't even noticed the plane landing.
Fresh air swallowed them as they stepped out of the plane. After hours of sitting on a bench peacefully reading and waiting for the plane, a lady looked up and smiled as she saw Adriana, Ana, Noah and Coco step out of the machine. "Grandma!!" Noah spotted her first. Grandma was a small, rosy woman who always had a book and the shopping list with her. She had a bob of brown thick hair and she had deep wood-brown eyes that looked the color of an enchanted forest.
"Guys!" she calmly shouted (If you can even do that). "Oh, we have so much to tell you!" the kids said and all attempted to say things but to grandma it sounded like a jumble of words. "Zoo! icecream and lollies! Mango! Gorilla! Swarm of bees! Kindergarten! Hockey!" "Calm down. Please?" she took a deep breath and said "I will hear it all soon but get in the car now and when we get to the house I will give all of you presents and get you to try your outfits on. Coco, Congrats!"
The car pulled up onto the gravely driveway and they all exclaimed "YAY!" and "We're there!!" when they saw their grandma's batch. It was big, sunny and friendly. The forest next to it was lush and green and at night it was magical. The kids and Grandma would go for walks through it at night. Vines draped down on the house and parted for the door. The passion fruits that grew on them were delicious especially in a smoothie or ice cream. It was nice to be back there.
Another wonderful installment Franny! I love your descriptions, especially "deep wood-brown eyes that looked the color of an enchanted forest", very expressive. It's also fun to read a jumbled conversation, which is just what a lot of our conversations must sound like. You have evoked images of a lush garden at the children's grandmother Rosa's house, I can imagine sultry nights exploring it. Perhaps the children will hear the distant strains of some Latin beats while they do... Vintage Brazilian songs
ReplyDeleteTchau! : )
PS Now I want to plant passionfruit plants, so I too can drape them outside my door : )