Chapter 16: Moving forward.
Amari looks through his window as Apollo and his mother enter the carriage, before jumping in the carriage Apollo looks to the window where Amari’s room is, they look at one another for the last time, with a smirk Apollo lifts his hand and Amari does the same as a sign of goodbye. He finally jumps in and seconds after the carriage goes off.
Amari leaves his room and goes to see what the other rooms look like. He goes towards the closest door and excitingly opens it curious in what’s behind it, he opens the door and the whole room is covered in pink. Unlike his room the color of his room which has more than one color (blue and green) this one has nothing but pink.
He slowly creeps in and explores the room with his eyes, every corner of the room is pink. The brightness of the color began to fascinate him, the brightness of the color made him feel a sense of calmness that he didn’t understand himself. The pink throughout the room was in different color types on different furniture of the room, and this bought more personality to the room than his. He finally finds himself in the middle of the room and does a turn to fully grasp it; while turning around he sees dolls on the bed and goes to look through them, they were also pink and matched the tone of the bed.
He takes one of them from the bunch and he observes it through different angles by turning around and playing with it. After he gets bored of it, he throws it back to the bed and goes to the wardrobe and finds nothing.
After looking through the room and was satisfied, he left to go to another room, there were on three other doors left and he wanted to go through all of them. As he was about to enter the through the third door, he heard Nana calling him to go downstairs.
’’Yes?’’
’’It’s time for dinner.’’
He nods. She leads him to the dining room, and they both go on to sit on squared dining wooden table that can fit six chairs maximum. Nana has already prepared and plated the food, and the food waits for them along with cutlery surrounding the plate. They both take their seats; Nana takes the fork and her knife and starts using both to eat her meal neatly. Amari looks at what and how she its and attempts to copy but he makes a mess with his plate, after many attempts his drops on of the veggies on the floor. Amari starts getting annoyed and drops both his fork and knife and eats with his hand. Nana realizes he is struggling.
’’Pick it up.’’
Amari looks at her confused and she points at the fork and knife.
’’Pick them up and eat properly.’’
’’I can’t eat with these things; don’t you have a spoon?’’