Short stories3.

The next day, I went to the town to do some sight-seeing. On my way back, I saw one of the girls from the house sitting alone near a flower field. I went to her and tried to start a conversation. At first she looked a bit afraid but then she started to open up to me. Maybe it was because I was a girl. She was the youngest girl among the others and looked quite sensitive. She told me that she had lost her money when she took a nap there. As a boy, I did not know how to comfort a girl but I just calmed her down by saying that it was not her fault. I just acted the way they did in the movies. I felt guilty but as long as it calmed the girl I had to bear with it. From there I knew why girls are better at comforting others than boys. Even though they faked it, but everyone would feel more comfortable when being with a girl.

It was late in the evening when I finally got home. The girl also went home with me. At the front door the whole family was waiting for our arrival. They had worried looks on their faces. It is dangerous for a girl to be outside late. Their mother gave us a lecture but I knew that deep in her heart she was really worried about us. I was really was touched by how great a women are only when I had been turned into a woman myself. I missed my sister and I hoped I would be given a chance to apologize to her.

Fantastic story.