Mom the Onqindishnal
The Custom Common Experiment #911
Age: 4 years, 1 week, 1 day
Born: January 15th, 2016
Adopted: 3 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: February 25th, 2016
- Level: 3
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
The dimmed lights hid the tiny kitchen with particle board cabinets and dated appliances. A little boy sat in an old wood chair, his gleeful face illuminated by candlelight. Fluffy white frosting covered a single layer of chocolate, decorated with colorful sprinkles. His mother’s soft voice filled the quiet room, a birthday song sung with love and affection. The little boy took a deep breath, his small chest expanding under the bargain polo, and squeezed his eyes shut before blowing out the four plain yellow candles.
The little boy’s mother switched the lights on as the smoke curled into the air and began to carefully cut the cake into slices.
“What did you wish for my love?” she asked as he shoved the first forkful of cake into his mouth.
“I can’t tell you ma! It won’t come true if I do!” the little boy replied, smiling at his mother with cake crumbles on his face.
Later that night, the little boy snuggled into his bed, holding a stuffed giraffe with a bow around its neck close to his chest, a birthday gift from his distant grandmother. His mother settled two threadbare blankets over his body and leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“Did you name him yet?” she asked, nodding towards the cuddled animal.
“Mhm. Waffle, I think,” the little boy mumbled, his eyes succumbing to the siren song of sleep. “Ni-ni momma.”
“Good night, my sweet boy. Happy birthday.”
The little boy always dreamed of worlds painted with black and grey and white. Cars and trains and balls were different shades of black and the sky was always bright white with puffy ashen clouds. An oddly shaped cloud drew his subconscious’ attention that night and he watched it slowly morph into a huge silver giraffe with a grey bow around its neck. The little boy smiled at seeing Waffle appear in his dream but frowned when the barest hint of something caught his eye. As slowly as the cloud-shaped Waffle appeared, bits of colorful dots speckled the giraffe’s long legs. Red, teal, green, pink, orange, yellow. On and on the colors twinkled across the animal’s legs bringing a whole new world of color to the little boy’s dreams.
When the sun was still hidden behind the horizon, the little boy startled awake, the colorful giraffe still lingering in his mind. He cried for his mother, hollering her name from his small room till she came running in a ragged nightgown.
Fireside Performance Threatening Clouds
Stormy Cloud Nine Beanbag
Cloud Nine Beanbag
Fireside Performance Happy Clouds