“Mif’

A single, non word.

“Mif”

That’s the word I say every morning. Hi, I’m Milly Zokira,

And I work at a bake shop,

selling….

Fudge.

Mif..

“Here you go uh..Ma’am, that will be-” I get cut off by a screaming kid, erg! I HATE those damn brats! “that will be 10 50 please..” I half growl.The blond mother raises an eyebrow at me, and walks away, her baby in her arms.I look at both their shoes, she has red heels and the baby has small blue sneakers. So cute! But I HATE babies!!!!!

I watch her walk, and my brain freezes. “um hibada, wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”.

I see the bus.

I see the impending doom of the family.“unnn..” I fall forward, smacking my head on the counter. Making a nice bruise on my forehead, nothing to match the family though.

After I came to, the only thing I saw was a small blue shoe….

A baby shoe.