Her lips crumpled, resembling used wrapping paper. In a voice weighed down by hurt, she murmured, “He forgot to give me a goodbye kiss.”
Dialing his number, she accused, “You left without kissing me goodbye.” His contrite response came, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” “It’s alright,” she replied, feigning maturity, and ended the call.
Her breakfast went down gloomily, followed by slipping on her shoes and hoisting her school bag. Shoulders sagging, she trudged towards the door.
Descending the steps, a car glided to a halt by the house.
Emerging from the car, he approached. She sprinted, her face radiant as a Christmas tree.
“I’m sorry I forgot,” he apologized, lifting her and embracing tightly. She remained wordless, her cheeks aching from smiling.
