"Mother, I am going to pick Sugar Apples and Java Plum. I heard that there are lots of them near the fishpond." Kashmir held a basket, wearing a denim short, white fitted t- shirt and sneakers, she is all set for her fruit picking activity.
"You take care of yourself and don't climb the tree." Her mom said.
"I know what you are up to." she winked at Kashmir.
"Yes, mom." Kashmir had a mischievous smile.
"I don't like that kind of smile." Kashmir’s mom shook her head.
"Wife, let her be. Let her enjoy before going back to work." Mr. Lara said.
"Bye, father and mother" she kissed their forehead and ran.
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