Cotton Candy Chronicle

Cotton Candy Chronicle

Cherries are so good they could grow on trees, little Valentina thought aloud. The father, awkward, found his daughter’s observation curious and enthusiastic about giving the good news, affirmed that yes, they are born in trees. Valentina smiled. The news immediately made his eyes shine. “Imagine, father. A tree all pink with red cherries? ” The father squeezed his daughter’s cheeks. At that moment, he thought he could see her more than just once a month.
It was an open day with an orange sun. They decided to go to the park, which, in turn, displayed a green, damp and fresh flag grass. They ate an ice cream from the forest together. Valentina got dirty with the ice cream that melted in the sun and the father didn’t bother to clean, after all, he only saw his daughter once a month.
It was late afternoon, but Valentina seemed to be still at the height of her excitement at the ride that brought her so much pleasure. It was then that he was dazzled by the sweet clouds of sugar, so colorful, that a gentleman abundant in charisma carried in droves. Before she asked her father, she asked, “What color do you prefer, daughter?” The little one, without thinking too much, replied: “The color of pink.”
Valentina’s life with her father was sweet and pink, like the cherry trees and the ice cream they ate together. However, it was a cloud of sugar and melted in a few hours. It lasted for a small, short day each month. The girl had a caring mother and an abundant life, but her father’s presence resonated in the memory of the taste of the fruits of the forest. The other days, waiting for his father, had a darker color and a more unpalatable taste. Waiting for the pink cotton candy day.
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