



"Oh, Sucrose!"
sucrose :: noun
a common type of sugar that comes from plants such as sugar cane.
The young girl head perked up, dark hair brushing her eyelids. There, a older women in her mid-30's, held up a dress.
A cotton dress, white and light. Around the waist was a black ribbon, circling it. Blue and yellow thread made flower stitches, adding color to the plain white. It was a rather plain sundress.
Gasping, the little girl made her way to her mother, tripping over her own two feet. Pushing herself back up, she ran to her mother's side.
"Mama! Is that for me? It's so pretty!"
The older women smiled endearingly at the small child and nodded.
"Yep, It's spring, so I thought this would be a perfect outfit for the weather now." She spoke.
The child only gaped at her mother, as the women also place a flower crown on her head.
Her mother could have sworn her child was surrounded by sparkles.
[I year later]
"Mama! Can I have that dress?"
A sky blue dress, one that could bring her bright blue eyes out. Along the hip, was a thin black belt. Nearing the edges of the dress were little white felt flowers, soft velvet petals. Dotting the hem of the dress, was gold glitter, causing it to shine out a little more.
Mama hummed thoughtfully, while her little girl stared up at her.
Chuckling, Mama ruffled her dark, loose hair, causing Sucrose to blink at the action.
"Sure, my little honey bee. Say, how about we get you a new dress every spring?"
Sucrose's favorite thing about Spring was the Sundresses she would get. All different from the last. She never did like the cold, having to be bundled up in a big jacket.

