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    A little girl was crying on a bench underneath an old oak tree. She was wearing a white kimono with pink lilies as decorations and had her pink hair tied up in two pigtails. Nobody saw her, since she was in the shadow of the tree and a couple feet away from the main festival.
    The girl knew she wasn’t crying because she lost her parents, they were helping out at a food booth that year. She wasn’t crying because she didn’t get what she wanted, she had everything she could wish for. She was crying because, she wasn’t supposed to have anything, she didn’t deserve any of it. She was supposed to be somewhere else, away from her mother and father and soon-to-be newborn sister.
    A boy suddenly stood in front of her, wearing a male kimono, black with a blue layer on top. The little girl looked up and saw that he was a few years old than her, around the age of her cousin that was going to America next year. The girl couldn’t see his face very clearly, but she noticed the glint of dark blue shining in his hair and a deep purple shining from his eyes.
    “Who are you?” the crying girl asked, as she wiped away her tears.
    “Why are you crying?” a boy said, moving the hair out of the girl’s face.
    “HEY! I ASKED FIRST!” the girl suddenly shouted.
    “So, loud… ” the boy said, backing away, “I‘ll just leave then.”
    “Oh, sorry! Please, don‘t go…” the little girl said, jumping off the bench and grabbed the cloth of the boy’s kimono. The boy pulled the girl’s hand off of him and patted her head. He crouched down and looked at her face. The boy smiled gently and wiped the tears away from her eyes.
    “You‘re kimono‘s pretty.” the boy complimented as he fixed the girl up, by dusting off dirt that had gotten on the kimono.
    “Thank you…” the girl said, turning pink at the boy’s friendliness.
    “How old are you?” the boy asked.
    “Five…” the girl whispered.
    “Wow, that‘s great.” the boy said kindly, “you‘re the same age as Tadase.”
    “Who?”
    “Umm, never mind.” the boy said as he stood, “There all clean.”
    “Thank you!” the girl said bowing to the boy.
    “Here, let‘s go walk around the festival.” the boy said, holding the girl’s hand. “Then I‘ll take you to your mama and papa, ‘kay.”
    “Okay!” the girl said happily as she held the boy’s hand tightly. “Umm, but one question…”
    “Yes…”
    “What‘s your name? I‘m Amu H--” the girl said, but stopped herself. “I mean, Amu Kato.”


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