It was a nice spring day and young Aya was outside picking flowers.
"Papa! Papa! I made a flower crown for snowball!" Aya walked over to her father holding up the little white bunny with a flower crown on it's head. "Aya I'm busy talking to Maria... but it is very lovely dear." Aya smiles happily at her father and Maria. "Okay papa. ich liebe dich!" Aya says before walking back to the field where she had gotten the flowers. She sits down in the field holding the white rabbit in her lap.
She softly hums a song to herself as she makes another flower crown except for her papa. "This ones for papa! Hum?" she spotted a birds nest near by with baby birds in it an the mother bird singing a happy song.
Aya smiles softly as she watched the birds and the rest of nature around her but she couldn't help but think that the animals would look better still.
"Snowball.." she hugged him close to her chest. "Everything would look better still except you..." She sighs and a wave of sadness washes over her.
"don't Aya..." Aya looked around. It was her mother voice but her mother.. isn't here on earth anymore and she heard it as clear as day. "Mama?" Aya stood up with snowball in her arms. It had been so long since she had heard her mother voice. She wanted to see her mother again. Even if it was just one last time.
"Mama?!" Aya yelled out for her mother yet she wasn't anywhere. Of course she wasn't.. mama was in a better place now and she didn't have to suffer anymore from the pain she had indured when she was alive. Aya could feel the hot tears running down her face. God she missed her mother it wasn't fair! Why did she have to die?! Her mind and body was screaming at her telling her to just break down and let it out. Snowball could sence she wasn't happy.
Aya felt something jump out of her arms. She looked down seeing snowball on the ground hoping away from her back towards her house. "Snowball wait!" She quickly wipes away her tears and follow her after her rabbit who actually stopped and waited for her. Aya curiously follows after snowball. She follows him to were her father kept the gardening tools and such. She looks around trying to find her little white rabbit to find him near her fathers chainsaw. She picked up snowball.
"Little bunnies shouldn't be near such things."
She walked out of the room with snowball held in her arms. "Papa I'm going inside now!"
"Okay Aya."