Pet-Lover Type

A woman's finger was darting along the screen of her cellphone in an almost bored fashion as she scrolled through some really boring fanfiction, a little girl no older than two years old was hanging off her arm, trying to grab her attention. The little girl was jumping up and down, blowing raspberries, sending sprittles of spit everywhere, including on the woman's cellphone screen. The young woman glanced down at the little girl with her hazel eyes which were met by shocking greyones, wide with long lashes.

"Hi auntie" The little girl greeted and then promptly giggled, as if It had been the funniest thing she had ever said. Said auntie smiled down fondly at her god daughter. The brunet wasn't the most talented with children but with her nieces, she really did try. The young woman had been stuck watching her god-daughter has her mother absented herself to go to the bathroom. The little girl squealed as her mother came out of the bathroom. She ran over to her like it had been ages since she seen her.

"Mommy!" The little girl called and jumped onto her mother's legs and promptly attached herself to them like a koala.

" Aww Maeva, let go of mommy please" Said mother said with fake exasperation as she heaved her daughter into her arms, her little hands immediately touching her mother's cheek.

Oh my apologies, I didn't see you there. I'm Miranda,age 20 and that's my sister Isabella and her daughter Maeva. I have shoulder length brown; I tend to change the color all the time though so it's never the same color more then 4-5 months at a time. I have a heart shaped face, my mother's small, pointed nose and full lips. I also have my dad's tiny ears, which resulted in a lot of people telling that they were tiny, as If I didn't know that already. I have a scar above my left eye, which was the result of me getting pummeled in the face by a wooden swing and a scar on my chin from when I disobeyed my mother, who had told me not to run in the staircase which I did and it ended with the fall that gave me this scar. If I said I was on the skinny side, it would be an understatement. I'm very tiny, in every sense of the word. From head to toe, everything was small about me and I sometime found it embarrassing that I could go shopping in the children's section.

As for my sister, age 30, she used to be tiny like me but after three children, she didn't fit that category anymore. She was on the pudgy side and had more of her dad's features rather then our moms. Her and I didn't share the same father but mine might as well be hers since he raised her since her own father was absent. She had brown hair that reached her chin, which were now pulled into a tiny pony tail. We shared the same hazel eyes that we got from our mother as well.

Her daughter was the cutest; shocking grey eyes, that we honestly don't know where they come from since her mother and father both had hazel eyes. Blondish-brown hair rested atop of her head, pulled into the tiniest little tail, you know the one you do to your child on top of their heads? Yeah that one. She was chubby and was growing fast, quickly filing out her clothes, faster than my sister could buy them. She was a ball of pure energy, which I suspected would be hyperactivity. She also had an attitude to booth, kinda like her mom. Don't tell her I said that…

Our conversation was broken as soon as our mom,Lydia, came in. Our mom, people knew that she was our mom alright. She shared our traits but was slightly thinner in the face then us with her sharp cheek bones and thin lips. Her hair cut in a fashionable bob cut to her shoulders with square bangs, which she been having for as long as I remember. She really didn't do her 55 years old, she still looked 40 for most people she met. It was a trait that ran on my mother's side which made me and my sister still look like teenagers, talk about embarrassing.

"Oh you two are here, I believe I didn't get your texts, I don't know why it does that every time I get into my car…" She said as she climbed up the 3 steps that led to the kitchen/dining room. She kissed both of us on the cheek and did an Eskimo kiss with Maeve, greeting her with a sugar sweet tone.

"Oh Miranda, a letter came in the mail for you" My mom said, rummaging through her purse and took out a white envelope and handed it to me. I wasn't living with my parents anymore but due to bad luck in finding trustworthy roommates or potable apartment, I sometimes sent my mail at my parents so I was sure it wouldn't get lost. I took it curiously, eyeing the japanese characters on the letters skeptically. I had learned Japanese a little while ago, thanks to animes and lessons I had taken online. It was a bit rusty since I rarely used it but I knew my fair share of it already, I had a bit of a hard time writing it but I would get there with practice.

I slipped my finger under the lip and teared it open as my sister and mother watched curiously, as for my niece, she was squeezing the life out of her juice box, spilling everything on the lunch counter which made my mom hastily reach for a cloth to dab it up. I gently took the pristine letter out of its confines, unfolding it carefully and let my eyes wander over it's content.

Then it all hit me. I remembered now. You see, I'm a zootherapist, which is, therapy assisted by animals. I recall that one day at work, a little lady had a connection in japan, who told me that said connection was looking for someone in the zootherapy field. Of course, I signed up merely to humor her but I never expected to have a response…

I stared at the letter in disbelief, I had been accepted, I had the job and by the looks of it, it payed twice the amount I had right now.

"What does it say sis? I can't read that gibberish," My sister asked as she glanced over my shoulder. " Is That Chinese?"

" It's Japanese and remember when I told you about that job opportunity? " I asked, my question going to both women since I had told them both about it. My sister had been ecstatic about the idea while my mother had been weary, not liking the fact that I would have to leave the country that haven't left since im born.

"Yes?" My sister said tentatively, wincing as her daughter decided to tug at her hair with her tiny fists.

"I was accepted…" I said, a smile finally breaking my blank façade. My sister's face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Alright little sis! I knew you could do it!" She cheered, holding up her hand so I could high five her. I slapped our hands together. Little did I know that this trip would be the trip of a lifetime.