“You spend an awful lot of time with that.”

She didn’t bother to turn around. Only one person would dare to enter her room without knocking.

“You gave it to me.”
“I haven’t lost my brain, girl.”

She could swear she heard a smile somewhere in his voice and it gave her a tingle. It’s been a while since she felt anything like this.

“I still like it.”

She scooted aside to make room as he appraised the trinket she gave her full attention on before his entrance. A cheap snow globe. He gave it a customary shake, noting how the weight balanced wrongly all over his palms and the liquid the flakes were swimming in was not evenly thick. Nothing landed on that small house at the city’s outskirts, poor thing. At least they wouldn’t be needing a shovel, he mused, and he inwardly laugh. Here he was, almost thirty, empathizing with an imaginary inhabitant of a snow globe he bought almost a decade earlier.

He returned it to the table.
“Shoddy thing. Could’ve bought you something better now,” he said, patting her head. All these time and she was still quite a child.
“Doesn’t matter. I like it.”
He wouldn’t pretend to understand her fierce defense on this old little thing and he wouldn’t going to pursue it. She always had that kind of odd misplaced fondness he was growing too old to argue with.

“On the day you gave me the snow globe…,” she began, unsure.
He cut her, trying to hide his frustration of something he knew was coming along.
“I promised to bring you to the real place. Yeah I remember. See, maybe we can fit in a day or two next May if my schedule permits? That would do it, no?”
He was tired, to be honest. If he could fit in one or two day, he would spend it in bed all day. However, now that they had brought this up, no way he would look like a cheater. Hopefully she’d be okay going out on her own when the time comes, leaving him to mostly relax. He was older, cut him some slack.

Not knowing what else to say, he decided to return to his study. That was when she caught a whiff from the cup in his left hand.

“You made chocolate?”
“Going for an all-nighter.”
Her face fell for a minute. “Oh. You’re plenty busy these days.”
He offered her a smile, shrugging.
“Adulthood. Couldn’t be playing forever, no? I hope you’ll have it better than me, though.”
He gave the snow globe one last shake.
Words died on her throat as he continued, “And you’re gonna learn too what it means. Responsibility. Couldn’t hope me being around you all times. That’d be tiring.”

The door closed with barely a crack, and she was returned the silence.

That was not what she wanted saying. Not at all. On the day she got the gift he was proud and beaming, so full of life. His joy was contagious. It was bought last minute and he was giddy, somewhat concerned she would dislike it. But she did like it.

She watched the snow globe again, fake flakes made of plastic spheres and glittery powders were still cascading down to cover the lonely-looking town. Down, down, down…slowly, assuringly, as if time was all theirs.

If only it were true.

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