Clay Pots

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 25, 2017

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My birthday party just ended and it’s now time to open the presents. I’ve been looking forward to this since the day started. I sure enjoyed the party itself but this, for me, is the highlight of having a party. Eating the leftover cake. Dressed in your pajamas. Ripping off the wrappers from the presents.

 

“Honey, would like a cup of cocoa?”

“No, mom. I’m good,” I didn’t even look at her. I was deciding which present to open first. I want to open the smaller boxes first. Save the best for last.

She sat on the floor beside me. “Alright. Please read the cards before opening them.”

“Frrroom… Awwnt..”

“Aunt.”

“From, Aunt Blaa-nnn-ssaa--- Blanca! Hap-pee Beert”

“Birth”

“Birthday, Alice!” I exclaimed proudly as I was able to read my first gift’s card.

 

There wasn’t any wrapper. It was just a juice box with some tape. Mom was kind of chuckling. Well, not really but I can see in her eyes that she wants to. I needed help in ripping off and cutting through the tape. Inside are clay pots, pans, bowls, and spoons. They were brown and kind of brittle. I picked them up and inspected them. They kind of stain my fingers.

 

Honey, remember to say ‘Thank you’ to Aunt Blanca when you see her. Even if you don’t like the gift, you should still say thank you.”

 

I didn’t get what she was saying. I like the gift! Well, probably not as much as I will love the dolls that I’m sure someone would give me, but still, I can use it when we play ‘Restaurant.’ We cannot cook with the plastic utensils that my cousins have. At least, now, we can cook the leaves with these pots.

 

I opened the rest of the presents. There was a pink doll house with two stories, several dolls including Barbie dolls in bikinis and cute baby-looking dolls with blonde curls, a unicorn stuffed animal, a diary, clothes, and shoes. I loved every single one of them. I immediately arranged the toys into my cabinet. I tried on the shoes, removed the tags and let mom put them in the rack. I also tried the clothes on and gave them to Mom so she can wash them.

 

The next day, I woke up and thought of what toy I will bring to the playdate. I got out of bed and played with my doll. It’s really pretty. It has white blonde hair and when I lie her down, she closes her eyes. She even wears a striped white and baby blue pajamas. I think it’s my most favorite among all the toys that I received. I don’t want to bring her to the playdate, though. She might get dirty there or worse, burned. We’re going to cook leaves again, I’m sure.

 

“Moooom, where are my pots?”


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