Don't be confused...

Dream #12

"I want that!" Kamila pointed at the giant elephant stuffed toy that was hanging from a rack.

I nodded and smiled at her.

"I'll try my best, okay? Behave and stay near me," I told her and she nodded like a polite little puppy.

I went for the game that is need to be played because the stuffed toy was a prize. I need to knock off several of teacups using a pellet gun before I win the giant elephant.

"How much is for one game?" I asked the one who's operating the carnival game.

"20."

I searched for my wallet and then gave the man twenty. After that, he gave me a pellet gun that's already loaded and ready to use.

"Do you know how to use a pellet gun?" He asked me as I examined the target.

I only nodded. I didn't had full experience with any gun, even just a pellet gun, but I watched enough action movies to know what to do with a gun. A pellet gun and a real gun are similar, but never in terms of the bullet.

I raised my hand with the gun and pointed it to the first teacup.

"You need to knock off at least 10 teacups for the biggest prize. 5 for the smallest prize, and 1 for a piece of candy."

Wow! That's very cheap considering I bought one play for 20. Carnivals really do scam people.

I kept my aim locked and I maintained my focus. I ignored Kamila that keeps cheering for me.

I missed all the shots. I wasn't able to strike a single teacup!

I heard Kamila was about to cry and I tried so hard not to look at her face because I know I'll give in and give her what she wants.

"Let's ride the merry-go-round instead. What do you think?"

"But—"

"Fine."

But after a few tries... I still didn't won the giant elephant. It took me several tries! I wasted too much money for that goddamn elephant.

I swear I hit several teacups, but they didn't fell down! I didn't complain though... They were scamming us!

"Let's do another one!" Kamila says.

I carried her forcefully so we can leave. If we don't stop now, I will spend all of my money and we'll have to walk home.

"Let's just stop here, Kamila. Let's go."

In the end, we went for the mall. She didn't stop crying. Everyone was looking at us, and some were giving me judgemental looks as if I were terrible at this.

We went for the mall to buy her a giant elephant stuffed toy instead. Because she really want that, and the operator of the game didn't let us buy the elephant instead.

"Yey! Elephant!" Kamila shrieked when we entered the toys section of the department store.

Everyone looked at us and didn't bother much than when we were at the carnival. Maybe they understand that Kamila is a kid, and kids can get excited a lot.

It seems like she spotted a big elephant. It doesn't look a lot like the one from the carnival, but still, it's a big stuffed elephant that costed not too much but not too little.

"Get one, and let's pay for it," I told her and she nodded.

She picked one of the elephants and said goodbye to the other ones that were left behind. We went for the counter and payed for it.

"Do you want us to cover it with plastic so it doesn't get dirty?" The cashier asked me and looked at little Kamila.

I looked at Kamila who keeps hugging the elephant.

"Give it to me, Kam," I told her but she refused.

"We have to eat first and if they don't cover it with plastic, your elephant will get dirty. You don't want a gravy covered elephant, don't you?"

"Do you want more gravy?" I asked Kamila as she really gets into the chicken drumstick.

She nodded. I gave her my gravy and she dipped her chicken into the plate.

I took a napkin and gently wiped her messy arms. This is why I insisted on having the elephant wrapped in plastic. She eats like she's a pig or as if she hasn't eaten in 5 years. I just let her be. If this is how she enjoys her food, it's fine by me. But I won't let her waste too much food.

Currently, I'm just watching her finish her food. I was already done with mine. She loves KFC, so KFC is our go-to whenever we go outside.

I don't really like fast food that much, but we go just for Kamila. I can't force her to eat at a fine dining restaurant. She'll just cry and show her tantrums.

This is her father's fault. He spoiled her too much.

"Do you want to go home after you finish or do you want to stay a little?" I asked her while she's still in it with her last piece of chicken.

"Can we go back to the carnival?" She dropped her chicken in the plate and looked at me with her eyes and a small little pout.

I know what's about to happen... We'll go back to the carnival, she'll see a cool new stuffed toy once again and throw a bunch of tantrums on me! Not again!

"No."