“Momma! Look! Balloons!”
Little Jenny tugged hard on her mother’s arm in the direction of the balloon man.
“Not now, Jenny,” Donna huffed irritantly.
Donna picked up her walking pace, hoping that it would force Jenny to stop looking at that balloon man. But alas, her plan backfired. On her third step, she stretched her skirt slightly too far and the seam gave way. With a loud RIIIP, the skirt revealed four inches more of her skin.
The loud rip made people turn around and everyone started to stare in her direction. Jenny giggled loudly, which made matters worse. Donna tends to fumble when she is nervous. She kept her head down, but somehow she did not see the huge kerb in front of her and SMACK, she crashed her shoe into it. Donna promptly collapsed into a mess on the floor.
“Mom? Are you okay?” Jenny’s eyes glistened with genuine concern.
“Are you okay, m’am?” A deep voice came from behind.
Donna whipped her head around. It was the balloon man.
He held out a helium balloon shaped like Olaf the Snowman to Jenny. Without hesitating, Jenny took it.
“Thank you, sir!”
“Jenny, give it back. I don’t want to buy a balloon.”
Before Jenny could protest, the balloon man cut in.
“It’s free, m’am,” his deep voice boomed.
Then he added, “Come, I have a pair of spare pants in here somewhere too.”
Donna, still sprawled on the floor, was at a loss. Finally, she caved, and accepted the balloon man’s outstretched hand. He pulled her to her feet and dusted her down.
“There you go, sweetpea.”
Donna froze. Only one other person in the world called her that.
She realized she had not gotten a close look at the balloon man yet. She peered under his cap and her suspicions were confirmed.
“Why, sweetpea? Surprised to see me? Your dear old papa?”
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