It was from back when we weren't allowed to gift Valentine's Day cards unless we gave one to everybody in the class. Both she and I were very young (before she had moved away), and we were the best of friends. I watched her sit at the table with a bundle of cards from Dollarama, and she asked me to pick out the two prettiest ones. Then she gave one of them to me, and scribbled on the other card the name of the boy she liked. Those were such happy and carefree days.
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Mr. Bear used to be named Sweetheart. He held a rose in his right paw, and he held a red, stuffed heart in his left paw, and in white, cursive letters it read "be my sweetheart". Then dad washed him, and the red from the heart and the rose almost dyed his white fur pink. Then the red heart fell off from his left paw, and the red rose fell from his right paw, and when dad scooped him out of the water he was simply a furry white bear. Now, Mr Bear sits on my piano, smiling at me every day.
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I have never liked candy grams in particular...or hallowgrams, or candy cane-grams, or singing grams, or any variation the schools make up which involves gifting over-priced things in a publicized manner where popularity matters the most.
It was back on Valentine's Day in grade 5, and the young Emileaf watched the deliverers walk into the class, reading people's names off sheets of paper, knowing very well that no one had bought her any. Yet she quietly watched the other children run up to the basket, some receiving 1, some 2, some even 4 little bags of heart-shaped candy, until everyone but she had held an opened packet in their hands and a piece of candy in their mouths. Then she saw the deliverer walk out of the classroom with an empty basket, and she glanced around the room to find every single other student holding a pink bag of candy, a symbol of love and friendship, yet it seemed to mock her, being everywhere but in her hands.
Then they noticed and offered her their candy sympathetically. She smiled and shook her head.
What difference would it make, anyways?
Then the next day, she still found a tiny pink bag stuffed in her pencil case.
Thank you. You are all very kind and friendly people, yet I know I don't belong here.
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"Rosey rosey rosey!" chanted Violetpaw and Cuddly, for the billionth time of the day.
"Stop it! You know that it could be for any of you, too!"
The three friends had spotted a rose in the candy gram basket, and two of them clearly insisted that it must be for Emileaf.
"Technically it's one-third chance, but most likely it would be Emileaf!"
"Rosey rosey rosey! I wonder who it's from?"
"Gahhh!!"
*Later on in the afternoon*
"Aha, Violetpaw! It was for you!!!!"
"Rosey rosey rosey!" It was Emileaf's turn to chant.
"Hey, it was a prank!"
“Don't care. Rosey rosey rosey!"
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Emileaf's Valentine's Day mission 2012:
1. Make chocolate with Violetpaw and Cuddly, but will make sure that none of the dysfunctional male members of HLS come within a 2m radius so that they don't knock the whole thing over XD
2. Convince Jay that the chocolate he received was poisonous and that he should throw them out to the garbage can. Then "take better care of the chocolate so that stray cats don't accidentally eat it".
TBC...maybeeee.
