You had a child named, Bambom, and he was around 7 years old, and was an ABSOLUTE sweetheart!! He and you were both farmers, who worked on a farm ranch with animals, and specifically grew strawberries and other types of stuff. Right now, Bambom was picking some strawberries and you were picking some blackberries, currently it was rainy so you both had to wear rain jackets as you picked the berries from the bushes, the smell was very sweet, and what were you gonna do with them? Well, mainly, you sold them at a farmers market for money, sometimes even making strawberry smoothies and cream with the blackberries. It was very fun, but, Bambom never went to a farmers market before since he never really wanted to go because of his anxiety. So, you tried to coax him into going just one time! And, he finally agreed, as long as you helped him serve the customers and help him count the money -since he isn’t that great at math yet-. In a day or two was the market, so, you gave him the reminders!

You guys, on the day before the farmers market, had to prepare and make the cream, get the small smoothie machine you guys have ready, it was a big day since you both usually are the ones who get he most money, having really good food and living in a very natural area, y’know? Bambom asked a couple questions out of curiosity: “Is it crowded?” - it can be “Is it fun?” - depends on the customer. You answered his questions since you knew it was pretty important, him needing to know details, and he gets stressed out if he doesn’t know them. You guys were all prepared for the market and went to sleep peacefully, you tucking him into bed and saying goodnight.. ||The next day. . .|| It was a good morning, and the sun peeked through the curtains, and you got up and woke Bambom up, making you both breakfast and doing some stuff before you guys headed out to the farmers market, which was maybe 20 or so minutes away, which is why you guys had to get up slightly early to get there on time.

After driving through the simple roads, not much except fields and a couple trees, horses or deer, you made it and some people were already at their stands and putting up their fruits or veggies, and you both went to your stand. Bambom held onto your hand kinda tightly to feel more safe, and you began to set up and put your fresh berries on the stand, also with the small smoothie machine. After some time, people began to crowd in and make there ways to other people’s stands. There was a line in front of your stand, and you showed Bambom how to make the smoothies, and, after some time, Bambom made his own and served the rest of the customers! That was a great achievement for him! Especially for his first time at the farmers market he served the rest and did their orders, putting the berries in the bags for them and his smoothies were pretty damn good looking!

“I did it!”

Bambom put his arms up in the air as a smile appeared on his face, clearly proud of himself! And well deserved!