"Mmma lets go!" A mother laughed and a father sighed.
"Emma I dont like the zoo. Nothing good comes out of it." Emma's father said as he went and gave her a kiss on the forhead. She looked at him, eyes as deep blue as the ocean.
"But...if it makes you happy..." He held her and and looked to his wife who had packed a basket of food.
To a park they went, went to eat. Emma had found a pink flower and put it in her dress pocket. They laughed and The mother looked at her child. Emma. It was the name of the best friend she had in her child hood, but she was kidnapped and murdered when she was 19. Jasmine, the mothers name, looked to John, he husband, and smiled. After they ate and gathered their things they left fot the zoo.
Once they got there things were pretty crazy. There were cars everywhere and kids running to each and every exhibit. They walked around, to the tigers then horses. They would have gone to see the butterflies but they got rid of the exhibit for it. Which was really a shame because Emma really enjoyed butterfies.
They had cotton candy and Ice cream and pretzels with cinnamon.
Emma was looking at every animal, excited to be so free.
When emma was so tired she could barely walk, they left to go home. On their way to the car, Emma spoted a butterfly. One she had never seen before! She ran after it, eger to observe the beauty. "Emma!" Jasmine reached for her and only managed to touch the edge of Emma's hand.
Jasmine's legs went soft and she fell to the floor with a little pink flower on the ground 5 inches away from her. John stood there. Tears washed his face from the blood. A repeating pattern for Jasmine, and a blood bath for John.