MagAAFSzine November 2018, Issue 7 | Page 21

Hudson’s Bay.

Really, mom? I thought as we walked into that perfectly clean store. I mean, like, we couldn’t even buy my size! The closest I can get to is a size 4, even if it’s way too big for me. I got a size 4 once, they sucked. My happy hour has ended. I tugged my mom’s arm and said, “Mo-om, we really can’t do this. I mean, like, I don’t fit in any of these. We sort of fussed over it until we finally got out of the darn store. Phew. We then came into Old Navy. I climbed into the shoes section. Yes. YES! Hooray! But it was not only the sneakers and boots in my lens, but my eye was completely locked on those $5 ankle boots.

I tried them on and I looked totes FAB. I ran to mom and I screamed, “MOM!” She turned her head to me. “I need these ankle boots, please, please please!!!!” I cried. I tried not to sound like a 2-year-old pleading for a toy this close to throwing a tantrum.

She stared at me for what seemed like 5 minutes then she nodded slowly without even blinking. I was cheering inside in victory. Smiling at my mom, she sighed while the cashier dropped the ankle boots into the Old Navy plastic shopping bag. The happiness was inside me, but I actually did feel a little sympathetic for her.

Sprinting out of the store, I dragged my mom into the food court and my eyes sparkled with delight as I saw the sight of lots of hot dogs. I looked at the plain doorway exit. Staring at each other for the whole time, we walked out and buckled myself into the front of the car. We drove all the way to Laser Quest, the place that I am soon going to host on my birthday. Getting the name thingies, Mom just named herself ‘Red’ and so did I, only I just named myself ‘Red II’. I sprinted into the back of the stairs.

The game was over after what seemed like, I don’t know, 9 minutes? I wandered, trying to find my way to the airlock. Taking the sort-of bulky vests off, I looked at the very dark room and walked out. We walked to my car, looking at myself in the washroom looking pretty fine. I jogged like an Olympic athlete all the way to the restaurant nearby (Boston Pizza) and got some pizza soon enough. Chewing on my pizza fast, I asked my mom, “Why?” Her pizza became a pizza with no crust as she took a glance at me.

She explained to me how she couldn’t spend much time as much as she spends time with her phone and games. It seemed she really wanted to sacrifice what I needed to do just so she could spend time with me like she does with her work. The smiles just formed on her lips as I hugged her tightly. We did love each like we were different types of candy. The smiles just kept on forming around the room. They didn’t even look at us. I think I just understand the meaning of happiness right there and then.

Happiness isn’t like what you want is what you get. That’s satisfaction. They have a very big difference. Happiness is when you spend time with people you love, like family board game night or something like that. Happiness is technically, don’t get me wrong, but happiness is technically love. I hope you learned.

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