Sometimes it's the small things you remember the most

"That'll be five fifty sir."

All I got was a grumbled reply that sounded like something similar to 'thanks for the food.' But I really can't be quite sure because of the added mumblings about bananas and snakes. I almost want to know what he was talking about….almost.

"Thank you for stopping by and be sure to come again!"

I hated saying that. Every day and every time a person stopped by at my stand I said it. I said it to the people who smiled and waved in thanks, and I said to the people who grumbled and snarled. Every single time, for every kind of person, it was those exact same words. No matter the circumstance. If I remember correctly, I think I might have even said it to someone who'd spit in my face right after paying me half price.

Enough of that though, I guess I should introduce myself. My names Yuki Manaruri and I own a traveling dumpling stand.

Now when I say traveling I don't really mean that every night I pack up everything and leave. No first off I'd probably pack up in the early morning when there aren't many people awake. I can't afford to lose the night costumers. Second of all I don't have the money to take everything with me. So, I usually wait until I only have enough ingredients to make one or two more dumplings. I mean I do have to eat something while I'm traveling and if you haven't noticed already I don't have a lot of money for buying food. After packing up and almost before I leave I'll stash away whatever kind of makeshift stand I was using or just leave it by a trash can. I mean it depends on the city. If it was an extremely busy place I make sure try and go back to it. I'd either drag the thing somewhere I'd hope that no one would take it or give it to someone I've known long enough. Of course the latter usually only happens if I've been in a village for over a year; which usually never occurs. But I'm getting of track again.

I have long blond hair that reaches to my mid back. Well I should say I had long blond hair. Over time it's turned into a muddy brown from lack of hygiene and cleaning. Then after a while I couldn't stand the split ends so I cut off a chunk. At first it was a small cut, but when the split ends started to come more frequently I decided to chop it all off. So now it reaches somewhere slightly below my ears. Quite frankly I don't know for sure since I don't see myself in a mirror very often.

I have freckles which gladly you still CAN see. It's only thanks to the fact that water was able to get the dirt off of my face without much more than slight scrubbing. I am eternally grateful for this fact because I'm sure if dirt covered my skin it would drive away almost all of my costumers. I'm 5 foot 4 and I'm not quite sure if that makes me short or somewhere close to average height. I guess it really shouldn't be something I worry about at night. Whether I should call myself short or averaged height. However, I find it a wonderful distraction from more depressing thoughts.

My eyes are ice blue, 'Blue like the Ice breakers peppermint gum box!' Well, that's what my friends used to say they looked like. Just like the ice breakers peppermint chewing gum package… Of all the things that I remember, it's probably my friends saying this every time someone said I had blue eyes that I cherish most. Sometimes, it's the small things that I can't help but remember the most…and sometimes there the things I also can't help but miss even more.

Thank you very much for reading. I'm trying out this new story but I'm not sure if I'll continue. I know it's not much to go on but please review and tell me if I should continue. Otherwise I'll probably stop writing it. Believe me I'm known to stop writing before I get to into it. Tell me what you think and constructive criticism is welcomed.