Boxes surrounded her. piled all in her bedroom. She'd been on the floor for the better part of the morning, knees tucked against her chest, staring at one particular spot on the window. She blinked slowly, fat tears weaving warm paths over her cheeks and down her chin. I need bread. The thought was a rescue rope and she held onto it, using it to spur her actions. She wiped them haphazardly away, abruptly standing for the first time in hours and wobbling when her vision went a little blurry.
Honey Kumamoto took a deep breath and left the confines of her new bedroom, pausing only to grab her purse from the hook in the entryway before leaving. She walked, not really knowing her new neighborhood to have a set path but she knew the general direction of the small neighborhood grocer. She didn't get far before she saw the signs for an event. "Flower Dance?" She stood still in front of a sign, just in time too, as children burst past her, their laughter the only thing left behind. Curiosity getting the better of her and she followed to where the vendors were.
"Is this for everyone?" She asked the nearest person who seemed somewhat approachable.
