The Village Girl
Four years before the start of the Sofia movie.
A beautiful sun’s light shines through the top room’s window to a cabin home, as a little toddler girl was finishing getting dressed. Normally the toddler would still be sleeping. But she has a task she wants to fulfill.
And the task’s got to do with downstairs. Resting in the left corner of the lower level of the main housing of the cabin. Was the toddler’s sick father.
A couple of days after coming back from one of his fishing trip as a fishing man. The child’s father fell ill, leaving him bedridden.
Concealing her short reddish-brown locks that most consider more auburn. But really is the combination of her father’s red hair and mother’s dark brown; the only true part she likes about herself. Being it’s the one thing of her looks that shows both her parents in her. Mainly since she has her mother’s eyes and father’s almost rosy looking skin.
Keeping quiet as a mouse on the steps, the little girl made it to the bottom of the main level of the house, without alerting her mother she’s up. For her task to happen she can’t be caught.
Fortunately, her mother tending to her father since he became sick. It was more easy to slip past the area made into her parents’ bedroom, to the kitchen joined with the family/living room. It’s here she spotted what she needed on her task.
A pink colored basket with purple trimming, aside from her mother’s purple-colored basket with pink trims. Do to her recent sailing teaching last year from her father. The girl’s mother taught her things like craft and a bit of sewing. Which ended with her making a basket for her mother on Mother’s Day, and her mother making one for her on her birthday.
With the main and last thing, she needed in hand. Leaving the cabin now should be a piece of cake.
Or so the child thought until reaching the front part of the cabin house, where her mother’s shoe store was. Seeing the store open with her mother’s best friend running the place.
Even though their family had been well-off in living from her father being a fisherman. Her mother had her shoe store long before the toddler could walk. So it’s no surprise her mother does more than most housewives’ in the village.
Nonetheless, the toddler had been hoping her mother was all she had to slip by. Instead, the person that’s like an aunt to her.
Sighing heavy, the toddler was starting to figure maybe she won’t complete her task. For though she’s not quite grasping telling time. She’s pretty sure she’s going to miss her ride, not to mention her mother would soon notice her missing. Maybe it silly believing I could help daddy. Doubt forming in her head was causing the child to tear up.
Then as the first tears dropped, the girl saw her chance as her own and only best friend came around the counter where her mother’s friend and her best friend’s mom was busy selling some shoes to a customer. Her best friend since birth is a chocolate skin little girl with black hair in a short braided ponytail, being held up with an orange ribbon. And just like her, her best friend’s wearing a yellow dress with white and orange stripe undershirt. Whereas hers is a light blue dress with a white long sleeve undershirt.
Unknown to the little girl. Her best friend had noticed the other girl by the red hood/cape the girl’s father gave her at her last birthday. Approaching her best friend without her mother noticing. She kneels down before concealing herself in her BF’s hiding place under a table out of her mother’s view. Cleary now she sees her tears.
“Why you over here, and crying?” Quickly the little girl wipes the tears, before spilling her plans to her best friend. “Yeah, it’s leaving soon. But do not worry, I can keep mom busy. Wait for me to say go.” With that, the toddler watched her friend first leave the hiding place and then rush over to another area of the store. Not long she heard her best friend give out a scream. Where in no time her mother’s friend rushed to her daughter’s aid, bypassing her under the table.
A moment after this, the toddler’s friend came around the corner, opposite of where her mother went. “Go.” With the haste whisper from her friend. The girl leaps to her feet and ran across the store and shot out the exit door. She wanted to say thanks to her friend. But telling herself to thank her when she comes back. The toddler picked up speed, running down the street to make it to the village wagon before it leaves for the castle.
