Leaves changing colors
My sister and I just finished raking the leaves. Now we have a huge pile of red and brown colored objects in our backyard. They're crinkly and rough, though wet with the morning's fresh layer of dew. We rake in the last of the leaves, then we look at our masterpiece. I can't believe we took two hours doing this. Though within seconds, it's ruined. I jumped in first then my sister. We begin to laugh just as out dad walked out with his "dad sized" rake. He asked us if we'd finished raking without even looking at us. He turns around and lets out a giggle. "Cute" Were the only words to leave his mouth. That's it. We thought he would at least thank us for raking, but no, we were just "cute". The two of us frown, my dad gets the hint. He begins to speak, but then, he jumps in, too. Again we laugh, but there's no one to hear, there is nothing living around. We're alone. On a cool, October day, just the three of us. It's perfect.
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