Post by piper nevaeh sinclair on Mar 1, 2011 0:21:51 GMT -5
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it was a pretty day out. a perfect day for a walk, in piper sinclair's opinion, anyway. and so she had bundled up her year old daughter, jasmine, and took her to the park, or more specifically, the playground. jasmine almost loved the playground as much as piper did, and that was saying a lot. piper would take any excuse possible to get to the playground, she absolutely loved it there. the nature, the swings, the slide, everything. it was merely another good thing that came from her daughter that she could go to the park all the time and not seem weird because she had a baby girl who also enjoyed parks. piper would take any chance she got to be a kid again. being an adult was just plain wearisome and sometimes annoying. people expected you to know what you were doing. knowing what she was doing was never a very strong point with piper. she'd always been more of a free spirit,she didn't think too far into the future and she kept her eyes on the present, in the moment. and it really worked for her, honestly.
at the moment, she was sitting on a swing with her daughter on her lap swinging slowly with one hand wrapped around jasmine to make sure she didn't fall and the other holding on to the swing, so piper didn't fall, either, which wouldn't be unusual because piper had never been very graceful anyway. the both of them were giggling like crazy, jasmine because she was absolutely thrilled with the swing ride and piper because of the same reason as well as jasmine's tendency to snort when she got giggling really hard which of course didn't help her giggling matters any. "you're a little goober!" piper managed to squeal out, stopping the swing to tickle her daughter and then put her down. "go on, go play!" she told her, waving her off to play with her little friends who had just arrived at the playground. piper smiled, shaking her head as jasmine toddled off towards the other children. usually, piper was a very outgoing person. but today she wasn't feeling like going to talk to the other mothers. she just wanted to sit and think, at least for a few minutes anyway. so she stayed seated on the swing, gently swinging back and forth, staring down at her hands.
today for whatever reason piper just felt more melancholy than usual. usually she was better at hiding it, but everything just felt so heavy all of a sudden, she wasn't used to it. she wasn't fond of it, either, for that matter. she looked back up at her daughter, fondly watching her play with the other little boys and girls her age. piper wanted more children. honestly, she had always wanted a huge family. but ever since her husband died she had no idea how she would manage that since she refused to even date, maybe if she adopted? if she could find the money anyway. she couldn't imagine life with a different man. it would still feel like she was cheating. gosh, it had only been about a year. she was allowed to still be in mourning! this was what she insisted to her older sister, anyway, not that she cared, she kept pressing that he would have wanted her to be happy, which piper knew, but it was hard for her to be happy without him, as corny as it sounded.
piper had been swinging higher and higher as she contemplated this, and hadn't even noticed; so when her phone burst out into a loud movie-blood-curling-screech that her sister had chosen out herself, signifying that said sister was sending her a text, she scrambled around for her phone, forgetting about how unsteady she was when she wasn't holding on to the swing, and she flew backwards on her butt with an "oomph!" before the swing flung back and whacked her in the forehead. this was far too much for piper. imagining how she looked in this scenario was just way too amusing and ridiculous for her to not start busting out into wild laughter no matter how hard her forehead now throbbed.
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tag: open. word count: seven hundred and six. outfit: here. notes: lol random.
