the sequ2l of "boys and girls"

After eating, I washed the dishes with my mother in silence.

“Maybe I am just a girl …”I said grieved.

“Yes, you are, sweet. You are just a little girl. You look so tired that you’d better have a rest. I will just wash the dishes by my self.” mother said, touching my face lightly and sighing slightly.

“I just want to save her.”  I said with tears in my eyes. “She is innocent. She has the right to live in the world. Why do we need to kill her? I never liked the feeling about killing.”

My mother gave me a warm hug and stroked my back, “I know, my dear, this is the reason why you are a girl.”

“I can still remember, you never lived like a girl when you were young. You never wore dresses and pink clothes, which make you a little princess. You are a real help for the family, even better than your brother” My mother sat on the chair near me, smiling. “However, I believe you have a girl’s heart like a flower- beautiful but delicate. You cry for the dead roses, which won’t come back to life again.”

“But I don’t want to live like this.” I cried, breaking down. “Calm down, my dear.” my mother grasped my hands and then let me sit again, “Listen to me. It isn’t the wrong way for you to live. It is just a girl’s life style. You are just a little girl. It is not necessary for you everything. We will help you, because we are family. Life is a box of candy and you can only take the one you like. And next time, you needn’t help your father to kill the horses.”

“But I want to help father.” I said.

My mother touched my head and laughed, “why not help me. You always think of your father first. You can just stay at home and help me with house work. Your brother doesn’t do it as well. Maybe doing housework is the duty of girls. Relax, my dear. You are the most helpful girl in the world.”

“I am a little tired. I feel like sleeping.” I said

“Have a good night.” My mother smiled

“Maybe…”I sighed slightly.

Lying on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling, I can’t fall asleep.  I get up and sit near the window, feeling the moon light and wind fondle my hair. I star at the sky and think of the things that happened when I was young. The foxes, the furs, the horse, the tin drum, even the smell of blood and animal fat, appear in my mind.

Suddenly I smile and keep on chatting though no one is listening, “maybe I am just a little girl. And life is box of candy and I can only take the one I like.”

   The wind touches the girls eyelids lightly. The girl falls into sleep slowly…