— open starter. — location: pumpkin patch.
She’d made a promise. One she intended to keep, though considering how insanely busy she’d been, it had been put on hold until this last week of the month to be able to fulfill. All her daughter wanted was a little visit to the pumpkin patch again, nevermind that the child had already been with a myriad of other people including her brother, grandparents, friends, and more— still, Mila had promised to take her, and Mila never broke a promise to her daughter.
Waiting on the outskirts of the pumpkin patch with a coffee in hand, the mother watched her daughter pick out yet another pumpkin to take home to carve (or talk someone else into carving). “ONLY ONE, FREYA!” she called out. The front step of her liberty hills property is already covered in a variety of gourds. “she’ll buy out the entire farm at this rate.”