I read this story in Chinese somewhere, and i thought about how awfully cute it was. It was written in about 8 lines, so i was very impressed. Please trust my translation skills. (Yeah i added in some elaboration)
Just to let you know, i swear i have been working on my other stories diligently like i should be, but guess what? My previous computer went poof on me WITHOUT WARNING. I have lost all my files. In one night. Good thing is i finally get to get a new computer after like 5 years and i am loving it now :) But oh well. I hope this suffices in the meantime!
Chestnut
She was a child performer, and a good one at that. Once, she told him secretly that she loved to eat sweet things, but the adults didn't let her. They said it wasn't good for her throat and it would affect her voice. But eating sweet things made her happy.
The next day, he brought her a bag of baked chestnuts. She had never tasted them before, but she immediately took a great liking to it. They were sweet, but not the sugary kind of sweet. It was a warmth that melted in your mouth and a sweetness that spread. And the best thing was that they were all bite-sized, meaning she could pop them into her mouth one after the other. What could be better? A sweetness that wouldn't hurt her throat! Seeing her smile, he laughed. "They're like the colour of your eyes." He said. From then on, he always brought a bag when he went to see her.
She thought that the chestnuts and him were her most favourite things in the world.
She ate them with him, performance after performance. Day after day. Seasons after seasons and years after years.
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The Winter that he passed, she walked by a park. Someone was selling baked chestnuts. When it was her turn to order, she just stared at the chestnuts being baked, the familiar scent, the emanating heat.
And then it struck her.
She realised that winter, that chestnuts.
They had shells.
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