Red shakes her head. “I pick them from the fields and sell them for a dollar.” One day she will have sold enough to move her and Grandmama out of their shack in the woods and into a nice house in the city; and also to take Snow White with them, away from her foul father and sinister step-mother!

She removes a flower from the basket and hands it to the girl. “But these ones  are for free.” She adds, trying to put a strict, professional flair to her voice, “Although I can only give away one flower per person, so you can’t take another, even if you’d like to.”

“Oh, thank you. It’s so wonderful that you’re doing this,” Esther complimented the girl, taking the flower into her hand gently and giving it a cursory look. This was a charity matter, apparently. Yes, she’ll do so much good giving a bunch of orphaned rugrats flowers that will die out in a few days..

But it is important to remain optimistic, as it will do Esther good to increase her social status. “Do not worry, I don’t want another flower. All of them are different, and it is important to see what is special about what we have, don’t you think?”

Red gives a small gasp; the appearance of the other little girl is sudden to her (it’s like a ghost popped out from behind a tree!). Nonetheless, she responds with a small wave and tiny smile on her face.

“Hullo,” she politely greets. “Would this be Saint Mariana’s Orphanage for Girls?” Her free hand moves to the basket of red flowers she carries.

“Yes,” Esther nods in an excited manner, trying to seem enthused that it sounds like the child was looking for this place specifically. If that was the case, she might be trying to get in, and then their little friendship wouldn’t be on a “once-in-a-while” basis. 

Esther is sitting on the steps of the orphanage, her mind not reflecting on anything in particular. It’s when she spots a child that isn’t from there that, ever so slightly, an eyebrow perks and she begins to ponder where she came from. The clothes she’s wearing aren’t typical of others she’s seen, and she doesn’t seem to have any parents following behind. Hm...

It then occurs to her that Sister Abigail is, though she doesn’t mention it often, concerned with her social behavior. She’s never initiated interactions with her peers, only engaging when they start first. Perhaps if she makes a friend from outside the orphanage, she can increase her sociability while still being able to get away with the occasional accident -- this girl probably won’t ever linger around the orphanage long enough to see what she’s doing.

Her gloved thumbs tap together, before Esther stands, gives her best smile, and almost skips to the new girl. “Hello!”

Send me a sentence of the following:

"You... lied to me."

"That's it? It's over?"

"Today is my birthday."

"You forgot our anniversary...?"

"You... don't want to, do you?"

"I thought you were different."

"I didn't mean to disappoint you."

"I... had liked the idea to move in with you."

"I wish you respected my decision."

"Did you even listen to him/her/them/me/[name]?"

"I'm sorry I suggested such a stupid thing."

"I'm not mad. I'm... disappointed."

"You don't like it?"

"You didn't enjoy it, did you?"

"...Oh."

"I liked the idea of getting married."

"I thought you cared a little more."

"Are you even aware that this was hurtful?"

"He/she yelled at me for an hour."

"I wish someone had helped me."

"Apparently, I don't deserve it."

"...Still nothing."

"She/he/they didn't come."

"You won't come?"

"And I know that you're not to blame."

"You're too proud to say that you made a mistake."

"Don't get on my bad side. I can work a gun."

"These people are weird in here."

"Got nothing to lose and nothing to prove."

"You've been acting awful tough lately."

"When you love somebody, they'll always leave too soon."

"Do you want to be with somebody like me?"

"Give a little, get a lot. That's just how you are with love."

"It's okay to say you've got a weak spot."

"You're never gonna love me, so what's the use?"

"Sometimes I think I'm not that strong."

"Just because you know my name, doesn't mean you know my game."

"Not everyone is out to screw you over."

"I'm only happy when I'm on the run."

"Better to be hated than loved for what you're not."

"I feel numb most of the time."

"I'm glad that you crashed and burned."

"I've made mistakes, but I believe that everything was worth the fight."

"I wanna mean something to somebody else."

"I break a million hearts just for fun."

"I found what I'd been looking for in myself."

"Was it really worth it? Did I really deserve it?"

“.. Thank you. I usually play with it when I’m not reading. It reminds me of home.” The girl says to him simply, readjusting her position on the floor so she’s sitting with her legs crossed. He’s an interesting man, definitely, from what she’s seen; she wouldn’t mind getting to know him.

"That's a really cool toy you have there."

"Go sit in time out!"

"Hey, little one. Are you lost?"

"Do you want to play together today?"

"Stop splashing everywhere! You're making a mess."

"No, that's not just yours. You have to share."

"Do you want a bedtime story tonight?"

"Ouch! Are you okay? That looked like it was an owie."

"Are you sure you didn't do this? Are you lying to me?"

"There are no monsters in the closet or under the bed."

"No cookies before dinner! Put it back."

"If you behave, I'll buy you something at the store."

"What happened? Where are your parents?"

"No, we're not there yet. Just look out the window."

"Should we go to the playground today?"

"I don't care who started it! You don't hit people!"

"I said 'Bedtime' an hour ago. Why are you still up?"

"Yes, I am the boss of you. Now listen to me!"

"Put that down! That's not for you!"

"I don't care if you don't like it. You're going to eat it or you won't get dessert."