Crystal's Nursery

Crystal giggled as she picked up Suzie after she put her red shoes on.

“Here you go, Mr Sharp,” she said and handed her over to the tall man in front of her “Suzie has been as good as gold today.”

“Has she now?” Mr Sharp smiled as Suzie clapped her hands and nodded happily.

“Have a nice day,” Crystal waved them goodbye and sighed tiredly, yawning while covering her mouth.

She looked around the crèche and spotted a young boy huddled up in the corner.  With a small smile she approached him.

“Abarine, let’s go get your coat and wait for your father.”

Abarine shook his head insistently, his arms crossed over his chest in a stubborn manner.

“Don’t want to go home,” he said sulkily.

Crystal sighed as she held his coat and shoes in her arms.

“Abarine, your father is going to come soon.  You’re going to have to get ready.”

“I don’t want to go home!”

Abarine began crying and Crystal placed his coat and shoes down, picked him up and began rocking him.

“Ssh…” she soothed “Ssh, don’t cry.”

Abarine wailed louder and Crystal sighed tiredly.

“Hush little baby, don’t you cry,” she sung “Papa’s going to buy you a mockingbird.  If that mockingbird won’t sing, Papa’s going to buy you a diamond ring.  If that diamond ring turns brass, Papa’s going to buy you a looking glass.  If that looking glass gets broke, Papa’s going to buy you a billy goat.  If that billy goat won’t pull, Papa’s going to buy you a cart and bull.  If that cart and bull turn over, Papa’s going to buy you a dog named Rover.  If that dog named Rover won’t bark, Papa’s going to buy you a horse and cart.  If that horse and cart falls down, you’re still the sweetest little baby in town.”

Abarine had eventually fallen asleep in her arms.  Crystal set Abarine down and put him into his coat and put his shoes on for him.  She paced around the room while rocking him gently in her arms.

“I’m here to pick up my son.”

Crystal turned to see Mr Caelum and walked over with Abarine, holding him out to the father.  Mr Caelum picked him up by the scruff, much to Crystal’s disapproval, and walked out, muttering something about leaving him here tomorrow earlier than normal.  As soon as the door closed, Crystal sighed, feeling alone.

The End

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