Not A Dream

SIX YEARS AGO:

“You better pick the bed you want before Nat comes in.” Uncle Mike said as we were carrying in the suitcases from the car trunk into the house.

Natalie has ran to see the cows at the back of the house the moment the car stopped. Her mother had to chase after her to prevent her from hurting herself even more. Natalie Rose was a clumsy seven year old, she could even trip over air. En route to this beautiful farm, she already got a bruise on her forehead and a cut across her right knee. God knows where she got them from.

“I’m fine with anything, Uncle Mike.” I laughed.

The farm stay that the Rose family chose was beautiful.

Every area in vicinity was covered in lush green grass that were freshly lawned and there were patches of colours amongst them.

The flowers among the greens were in full bloom, emitting a sweet scent around the farm. The animals were also extraordinary, besides the cows, the sheep, there were even peacocks here.

The accommodation offered to us was a simple yet homey one-storey house. It had a patio with billiards and a picnic table on it. The interior was cozy, with multiple rugs threw across the wooden floors and the sofas. They had a small kitchen, two bedrooms and a backyard connected to the animal farm.

It was a perfect little house for a perfect vacation.