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Welcome to Marseem’s Magical Corner! 🎩🪄
If you’ve just landed on this page, it means destiny, or maybe a sprinkle of curiosity, has led you to the heart of Marseem, the handmade doll shop where every creation tells a story, and every story hides a secret. And guess what? It also means… you’re just one step away from grabbing a special discount coupon! Sounds great, right?
But wait, before we jump into the fun, let me introduce myself properly.
My name is Paul, but around here, everyone just calls me Joker, not because I’m a villain (well, maybe a little mischievous), but because I’m the official host of games, riddles, and surprises at Marseem! [read more]
You see, Leonard, Marseem’s founder and I go way back. We were schoolmates in a little town where recess was our kingdom and imagination ruled every game. I was always that kid swapping snacks and starting brainy challenges. If I brought a plain ol’ cheese sandwich, you could bet I’d find someone with a tastier hotdog and propose a trade. But the twist? I never just asked. I’d offer a little puzzle or a riddle first, solve it, and we’d swap. It made every lunch break a small adventure. My friends couldn’t resist it, and that’s how I earned the nickname: “Joker”, the cheerful trickster who made snack time smarter and more fun!
Fast forward to today, and Leonard invited me to bring that same spark of play to Marseem. So here I am, your playful guide, ready to turn your shopping experience into something more magical.
Here’s what I’ve cooked up for you:
Spin My Wheel!
If you’re more of a “let’s see what fate brings me” kind of shopper, just give my Lucky Wheel a spin! Who knows what surprises await? Maybe today’s your lucky day, and a juicy discount up to 35% off will drop right into your hands, like a gift from me! Keep an eye out, my wheel will pop up on the page when you visit. Let the spinning begin!
Play My Puzzle!
Dive into Marseem’s enchanting doll stories, each doll holds a secret, a hidden clue, or a mysterious twist. Solve the story-based puzzle I’ve crafted, and Joker will reward your clever mind with a 50% discount coupon! That’s half off just for having fun and paying attention to the tales within our handmade doll world.
Whether you’re here to play, explore, or simply get your hands on one of Marseem’s magical handmade dolls, I’m thrilled you stopped by.
So, what’s it going to be?
• Spin the wheel and let destiny decide?
• Solve my puzzle and uncover a secret for a 50% Off Coupon?
Either way, I promise to bring a smile, a twist, and maybe even a giggle to your visit.
See you in the game soon,
Paul, The Joker
Your mischievous host at Marseem’s Doll Shop [/read]
The Swan’s Journey
In the year 1880 in California. It was a warm summer in California, and the town basked in the golden sunshine, with the air filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. Fourteen-year-old Ryan had a cherished daily routine: walking by the lake near his home to feed the swans. Among them, one swan had formed a special bond with him, refusing food from anyone but Ryan himself. Over time, they grew inseparable, and Ryan often found himself talking to the swan as if it were a dear friend.
One afternoon, Ryan’s mother sent him to the bakery to buy bread. But when he arrived, he realized, to his dismay, that he had lost the money she had given him. It wasn’t the thought of telling his mother that troubled him, it was the long journey home and back again that seemed impossible. Just then, the warm, inviting aroma of fresh bread filled the street. Ryan looked around and noticed a young girl, about his age, selling bread on her own. She had a kind face and a gentle presence, and Ryan found himself drawn to her stall. [read more]
Delia: Hey, you there! Would you like to buy some fresh bread?
Ryan: Well… I was supposed to buy bread from the bakery, but I just realized I lost the money my mother gave me.
Delia: Oh, that’s no problem! I’d be happy to give you some for free.
Ryan: Really? That’s incredibly kind of you, but I wouldn’t want to take from what you’re selling.
Delia: Don’t worry about that. It makes me happy to help someone in need. No way I’d let you go home empty-handed.
Ryan: Wow, that’s so generous. I don’t even know how to thank you! What’s your name?
Delia: You can call me Delia. Or Delly, if you prefer.
Ryan: It’s really nice to meet you, Delia. I’m Ryan. Do you always sell bread here? It looks delicious, maybe I’ll come to buy it from you instead of the bakery.
Delia: That’s sweet, Ryan. But actually… tomorrow, my family is moving to a village far from here.
Ryan: Oh, really? That’s unfortunate. Where are you moving to?
Delia: My father mentioned a place after the lake.
Ryan: That’s quite far… I wish you and your family the best. And thank you so much for your kindness today, I’ll never forget it.
Delia: You’re so welcome. Take care, Ryan. I hope fate brings us together again someday. Oh, and say hi to your mother for me!
Ryan: Take care too, Delia. You’re a truly kind person, and I’m really happy I got to meet you. Goodbye!
“What a kind and wonderful boy Ryan is,” Delia thought with a smile. “His warmth and gratitude truly touched my heart, and I’m so glad I was able to help him.” As she watched him walk away, a gentle longing settled within her.
“I hope our paths cross again someday,” she whispered to herself. But as the thought lingered, a question arose in her mind: was this just admiration, or was it something deeper?
“Could this be the beginning of love?” Delia wondered, feeling her heart flutter at the possibility.
As Ryan walked home, he felt a warmth in his heart, a feeling he had never quite experienced before. He tells his mother all about Delia and her kindness. She smiled knowingly, happy that her son was beginning to understand the beauty of human connection, perhaps even the first stirrings of love.
The next day, Ryan visited the lake as usual, and his swan greeted him eagerly. Sitting by the water, he spoke to it for an hour, sharing his thoughts about Delia, his admiration for her kindness, and the way he longed to see her again. The swan, as if sensing his emotions, gently rested its head on his shoulder. Ryan stroked its feathers, feeling an unspoken bond of understanding between them.
As winter approached, Ryan’s thoughts of Delia only grew stronger. With Valentine’s Day nearing, he decided he wanted to find her and surprise her with a visit.
When he told his mother about his plan, she not only encouraged him but also suggested bringing a bouquet of roses as a gift. Excited, Ryan began preparing for his journey.
However, three days before Valentine’s Day, the weather turned harsh. Snow fell heavily, and the lake froze solid, making it impossible to travel by boat. Frustrated, Ryan sought his mother’s advice.
Ryan’s mother: “What if we attach skates to the bottom of the boat? You could glide across the snow like a sleigh!”
Ryan: “That’s brilliant, Mom!”
With his father’s help, they modified the boat into a makeshift sleigh. But when Ryan reached the lake, he realized he needed a strong push to get started.
Just then, his faithful swan waddled up to him. As if understanding his mission, the swan nudged against the boat with its head, signaling that it would help push him forward.
Ryan’s heart swelled with gratitude. With a deep breath, he stepped into the sleigh, and together, boy and swan, they set off, gliding across the snow to Delia.
Do you think Ryan would find Delia to surprise her on Valentine’s Day? [/read]
| The scene was crafted in 10 days. |
Mr. Agoo
In every carnival, there’s always one performer who stands out, not just for their talent, but for their knack for chaos. For Markos, the upset carnival leader, that star troublemaker was none other than Mr. Agoo, the street-performing bear.
Mr. Agoo was the face of the Carnival March, pedaling atop his penny-farthing bicycle with unmatched flair. He thrilled the crowd with daring stunts, juggling props, and spinning his handlebars. But as much as the audience adored him, Markos dreaded every show. Mr. Agoo had a knack for the unpredictable. Whether it was veering off course, stopping mid-parade to dance with the crowd, or simply ignoring instructions, the bear was a master at causing a stir.
Now, it was Easter Eve, and the carnival team was preparing for their grand performance. Markos couldn’t shake his growing concern. “Agoo,” he warned as the bear adjusted his tiny hat and mounted his penny-farthing, “stick to the routine this time. And for heaven’s sake, don’t lose the chocolate eggs! The kids are counting on us!” [read more]
Mr. Agoo saluted with a cheeky grin. “Relax, boss. I’ve got this!”
The parade began, vibrant and lively. Crowds lined the streets, cheering as dancers, musicians, and performers passed by. At the front of the procession was Mr. Agoo, spinning around on his bicycle with a large egg bag of chocolate eggs tied securely to his back. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until it wasn’t.
Midway through the show, Mr. Agoo vanished. One moment, he was pedaling in front of the team; the next, he was gone.
Markos’ heart sank. “Where is he?!” he shouted, scanning the crowd. The rest of the team faltered, unsure of what to do without their lead act. Markos had no choice but to leave the parade and search for the missing bear.
After a frantic hunt, Markos spotted a familiar furry figure sitting at a snack bar. There was Mr. Agoo, blissfully munching on a massive burger and a mountain of french fries.
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!” Markos roared, storming up to him.
Mr. Agoo blinked, unfazed. “What’s the problem, boss?” he asked, licking ketchup off his paw.
“What’s the problem?! You abandoned the parade! The kids are waiting for their chocolate eggs! Where are they?!”
Mr. Agoo lazily patted his large egg bag that contained the chocolate eggs. “Oh, they’re safe. Don’t worry. I might’ve eaten a couple, they’re really good, you know, but there’s plenty left!” He finished his fries with a satisfied sigh. “I was hungry, so I thought I’d grab a bite. Can’t perform on an empty stomach, can I?”
Markos buried his face in his hands but knew arguing was futile. “Fine. Let’s just get back before the crowd riots.”
Back at the parade, the crowd erupted into cheers as Mr. Agoo returned, chocolate eggs in tow. The kids shouted with delight as he tossed eggs to them from his lofty perch on the penny-farthing. Then, with his signature flair, Mr. Agoo launched into an impromptu performance, balancing on two wheels, juggling colorful balls, and tossing chocolate eggs into the crowd all at once.
The children laughed, their faces lit with pure joy, while the rest of the performance team joined in the fun. Markos, though thoroughly angry, couldn’t help but smile at the chaos.
By the end of the show, the streets were filled with happy children clutching their chocolate treasures, and the crowd roared with applause. Mr. Agoo bowed theatrically from his bicycle, soaking in the adoration.
As the parade wrapped up, Markos shook his head, a mix of frustration and admiration. “You’re impossible, Agoo. But you did make everyone smile.”
Mr. Agoo grinned, popping a leftover chocolate egg into his mouth. “That’s the idea, boss. Now, about dessert…”
Markos groaned, but the crowd’s laughter rang louder than ever, marking another unforgettable carnival performance. [/read]
| The character was crafted in 7 days. |
Santa & Lavender
On December 20, 1870, the village of Montpelier, Vermont, transformed into a Christmas wonderland, every corner shimmering with festive ornaments and glittering decorations. The entire town seemed to glow under a veil of snow, with streets lined with pine wreaths, red ribbons, and handmade garlands that filled the air with a sense of warmth and celebration. The delightful aromas of cinnamon, ginger, buttery shortbread, and sugar cookies floated from every home, mixing with the chilly winter breeze and drawing everyone into a holiday spirit.
The Christmas bazaar was bustling, as villagers flocked to shop for handcrafted ornaments, each made with love and creativity by local artisans. Glass-blown baubles, straw stars, and wooden toys filled stalls, while brightly colored scarves, mittens, and hats promised warmth. While adults haggled over gifts and decor, the children had their eyes on one prize alone: Santa Claus’s arrival. More than any treat or toy, they eagerly anticipated his Christmas visit, where he would greet each child and present them with his legendary candies and gifts, making the holiday magical. [read more]
This year, Santa Claus had prepared something extra special. He crafted a Victorian-style Christmas tree using copper tinsel and glass beads, carefully handmade to delight his children. In addition, with a twinkle in his eye and a love for all the children, he had spent the summer carefully planting a small lavender garden in a quiet corner of his own home. Nurturing it through the long, sunny months, he harvested the lavender in late autumn, drying and preparing it for a unique winter surprise. Inspired by its calming aroma, Santa had used the lavender to craft candies, cookies, and sweets unlike any he had gifted before.
After days of baking and handcrafting his treats, Santa carefully packed the lavender cookies and candies into his sack. He also included bundles of lavender, wrapped in twine, as a delightful extra surprise. His sack overflowed with the purple sprigs, creating a cloud of fragrance that filled his sack.
On December 25, just as the snow began to fall more heavily, Santa started his journey to Montpelier. Despite the cold, not only children but also their parents as well bundled up in coats and scarves, gathering eagerly in the town square. Just as they began to shiver, they caught a new scent in the air—lavender! It mingled with the other holiday smells but stood out with its unique, soothing fragrance. People began to murmur, wondering where this delightful aroma could be coming from, and then they saw him. There, in his lavender suit, with a snow-dusted beard, came Santa Claus, the lavender-scented bag nestled in the back.
“Santa!” the children cheered, their eyes wide with excitement. Santa waved to them with a grand smile, calling out, “My lovely kids, I’m coming!” His jolly laugh filled the square as he approached, the lavender smell surrounding him.
“What a wonderful smell!” the parents exclaimed, surprised and delighted by the unexpected fragrance. The lavender had clung to his clothes, making Santa appear like a living bouquet.
With a hearty laugh, Santa opened his bag, revealing the lavender sweets. The children gasped in awe as he handed out bundles of lavender alongside his special cookies and candies, each one infused with the gentle, floral lavender flavor. They took a bite and marveled, “Wow! These candies are amazing, Santa!”
The lavender candies delighted everyone, young and old alike, each sweet bite filling them with joy and wonder. Santa gifted each child a carefully selected present and a bundle of lavender to remember this special Christmas. As they clutched their gifts and sweets, the villagers felt the warmth of the holiday filling their hearts, and the parents looked on with joy, grateful for this unique Christmas surprise. Santa’s lavender-scented gifts made this holiday one they would never forget, a beautiful memory woven into Montpelier’s Christmas traditions forever. [/read]
| The character was crafted in 60 days. |
Lilyan
In the heart of spring, when the world begins to bloom and the air is fragrant with new life, a young girl named Lilyan sets off on a journey to Greece. She had long dreamed of visiting the land of ancient myths and azure seas, where the history of gods and philosophers intertwined with the modern charm of its whitewashed villages and olive groves.
Arriving in Athens, the city pulsed with excitement. Lilyan wandered through the lively Plaka neighborhood, with its cobblestone alleys and colorful shops, each brimming with unique handmade items. Yet, it was not the temples or the statues that captured her heart that day, but a quaint little bazaar she stumbled upon tucked away from the main square.
The bazaar was bustling with locals and tourists, but one particular stall caught her eThe bustling bazaar drew her in, but a stall of stunning umbrellas, each uniquely beautiful, captured her attention.ye. It was adorned with a delightful collection of umbrellas, each one more beautiful than the last. The vendor, an old woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile, noticed Lilyan’s interest and beckoned her closer. [read more]
The elderly woman’s voice was soft yet filled with pride, “These umbrellas are not just for the rain, dear. Each one tells a story. Some carry the tales of ancient gods, others the whispers of the sea.”
Lilyan’s eyes widened as she took in the stunning display before her. The umbrellas were nothing like the ones she had seen back home. Each was hand-painted with intricate designs that seemed to come alive under the soft spring sunlight. One had golden rays of sunlight dancing across it, while another was adorned with delicate olive branches, a nod to Athena, the goddess of wisdom. But one, in particular, drew Lilyan closer.
“This one,” Lilyan whispered, almost to herself.
The old woman smiled knowingly. “Ah, you have a good eye. That umbrella is special, much like Greece itself. It will bring you protection and beauty, wherever you go.”
Lilyan hesitated, though she couldn’t say why. She felt as if choosing this umbrella was not just about practicality. It was about carrying a piece of Greece with her, about taking home more than just memories. After a moment, she nodded, her heart set.
The woman wrapped the umbrella carefully in a linen cloth, the scent of lavender faintly rising from it. “May it bring you as much joy as Greece has given to us,” she said warmly.
As Lilyan left the bazaar, the umbrella tucked safely under her arm, she felt a sense of fulfillment that she hadn’t expected. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the ancient city, but Lilyan’s heart was light. She felt connected to this place in a way she hadn’t before not just through the monuments and landscapes, but through the warmth of the people and the small, meaningful moments like this one.
For the rest of her trip, the umbrella accompanied her whether shading her from the midday sun as she explored the islands or offering a splash of color as she strolled through the ancient ruins. Every time she held it, she felt the magic of Greece in her hands.
As Lilyan prepared to head home, she smiled and packed the umbrella in her bag. She knew it would remind her of more than just her adventure. It would remind her of the unexpected beauty in a small bazaar, and the stories that live in the simple things, like a hand-painted umbrella from Greece. [/read]
| The character was crafted in 7 days. |
Constance
Hello everyone, I hope you’re all doing well.
Firstly, I want to apologize for the delay; I was busy finding the perfect shoes that fit my size. As promised, I have a fun surprise to make my presence in your home decor more exciting.
Here’s the surprise: Could you create a captivating story that fits me, and is approximately 300 words long? Once you’ve written it, please send it to my boyfriend Leonard for review. If he approves, he will send you a special 50% discount coupon for me. Leonard came up with this idea to encourage you to engage with our dolls’ stories and become part of his doll shop.
Do you like the surprise? Let’s get creative and write a story that fits my beauty and send it to Leonard’s email [icon name="envelope" prefix="fas"]
Good Luck!
| I was made in 15 days. |
Abraham
One evening, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Abraham, the patriarch of many nations, embarked on a journey across the vast deserts of Canaan. His faithful camel trotted alongside him, the rhythmic sound of its hooves providing a steady companion to Abraham’s thoughts. The air was still, and the world around him seemed to hold its breath. The stars began to emerge, one by one, filling the sky with their twinkling light. As Abraham walked, he spoke to God, as he often did, in quiet reverence. “God, You have promised me descendants as numerous as the stars. You have guided me through trials and blessed me beyond measure. But tell me, what is to come of the nations that will rise from my seed?”
As he continued, the desert night grew colder, and Abraham wrapped his cloak tighter around his shoulders. Suddenly, the night was pierced by a voice, not of this earth, yet familiar and soothing. “Abraham,” the voice called, “faithful servant of the Most High.” Abraham halted, his heart quickening. “Who speaks to me?” he asked, though he already sensed the divine nature of the voice. “I am Gabriel,” the voice replied, “a messenger of God. I bring you news of great joy and a glimpse of the future that lies far beyond your time.” Abraham, though a man of great faith, felt a tremor of awe. He had seen many wonders, but never had he heard such words. “What news do you bring, O Gabriel?” The angel’s voice filled the air, warm and clear. “In the distant future, from the line of your descendant David, a child shall be born, a child who is the promised Messiah. His name shall be Jesus, and He will be called the Son of God. He will bring salvation to all nations, and through Him, the covenant you have made with God shall be fulfilled in ways you cannot yet comprehend.” [read more]
Abraham listened, the weight of the words sinking deep into his soul. “This child,” he said slowly, “will he walk the earth as a king?” “His kingdom is not of this world,” Gabriel replied. “He will walk among those facing poverty, the sick, and the brokenhearted. He will bring a new covenant, one of love and forgiveness, transcending the laws you have known.” Abraham nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of this future child, this Savior. “And how will this come to pass?” “A virgin shall conceive by the Holy Spirit,” said Gabriel, “and bear a son. This will be a sign to all that God is with His people.”
The stars seemed to shine brighter as the angel’s words hung in the air. Abraham, though separated by centuries from this miraculous event, felt a profound connection to the child that was to come. He knew that his faith, his journey, and the covenant God had made with him were all part of a grand design that would unfold long after he had left this earth.
“I am but a servant, O Lord,” Abraham whispered, looking up at the heavens. “May Your will be done.” As the angel’s presence faded, the night grew quiet once more, leaving Abraham alone with his thoughts and his faithful camel. He resumed his journey, but now, each step felt lighter, filled with the hope and promise of what was to come. And so, Abraham walked on, carrying within him the seed of a story that would one day change the world a story of a child born in Bethlehem, destined to bring light to all the nations, fulfilling the promises made to him so many ages ago. [/read]
| The character was crafted in 15 days. |
Moria
Hi, it’s Moria, a Victorian doll angel and the sister of the angel doll Gloria. I’m glad to have you on my page and to have you enjoying reading my magical story.
One beautiful, sunny day, I could hear birds singing, smell the flowers, and hear the gurgling sounds of water coming from the charming nature. While flying in the clear sky, I found a lonely, fluffy cloud moving toward me. I decided to sit on it to catch my breath after a long flight. The cloud started taking me on a trip to show me the beauty of God’s craft. “Oh, my God, what beautiful nature God made,” I said in impress. It is like a symphony of vivid colors and serene sounds. Mountains rise against the horizon, their peaks kissed by clouds, while lush forests teem with life, their canopies a vibrant green tapestry. [read more]
Suddenly, a cloud drifted across the valleys, casting a soft shadow over the land. I watched as the crystal-clear waters below shimmered under the golden rays of the sun, reflecting the beauty of the sky. Wildflowers bloomed in an explosion of vibrant colors, painting the valleys with a kaleidoscope of hues. The air was filled with the whisper of the wind as it gently rustled through the trees, bringing with it a profound sense of peace.
All these sights and sounds blended together like a harmonious song. The birds’ melodic calls and the soft rustling of leaves created a soothing symphony, inviting you to pause, breathe deeply, and marvel at the intricate and breathtaking beauty of nature.
Then, I asked myself, “Isn’t God worth thanking for all these graces he gave us in our lives?” [/read]
| The character was crafted in 10 days. |
Carla
I’m Clara, a talented acrobat performing in a circus to cover my living expenses. However, I realized that my earnings from the Russian circus were insufficient to support my family due to my low salary. To make ends meet, I decided to work as a street acrobat after my circus performances, showcasing my skills to anyone who would watch. Each performance brought in a little extra money, and I hoped it would help provide for my family’s needs.
While working on the street, I met a professional dancer named Lucas in the central square. His performance, where he mimics a living statue, is captivating. One day, he asked if I could help him create a beautiful costume like mine. I invited him for coffee at my home and asked my mother, who is skilled in tailoring, to design a new costume for him. She took his measurements and crafted an amazing costume. He looked stunning in it and I wasn’t sure if I had fallen in love with him or with the costume! [read more]
“Thank you, ma’am. I love your design; it’s so fashionable. How much does it cost?” Lucas asked. “Don’t worry about it, son. This is a gift from me to you. Save your money for something more important,” my mother replied. “Oh, this is too much for me, ma’am. I appreciate it,” Lucas responded, touched by her kindness. I was delighted that my mother did this favor for Lucas; he truly deserved it. He always worked hard and cared for others, so seeing him happy made my heart swell with joy.
Want to see my darling, Lucas? [/read]
| The scene was crafted in 10 days. |
Julia
Julia is a beautiful college student and the younger sister of Lilyan had never expected that enrolling in college would lead her to meet the man of her dreams. “Love at first sight? That’s incredible!” Julia thought to herself. The idea seemed far-fetched, even impossible. Yet, the moment she laid eyes on Max, her lecturer, something shifted. His deep gaze sent her heart racing uncontrollably, and she found herself captivated in a way she had never experienced before.
“How could I fall in love with my lecturer?” Julia wondered as she wrestled with the unexpected feelings. Max’s calm demeanor and intellectual charm stirred something deep within her, sparking a flood of emotions that made concentrating on her studies increasingly difficult. She kept asking herself whether Max could ever feel the same for her. “Will Max fall in love with me as I have fallen for him?” she whispered, caught in a whirlwind of longing and uncertainty. [read more]
After class, she hurried home, where her imagination ran wild. Sitting on the swing in her home’s garden, she envisioned a beautiful future with Max, shared laughter, gentle moments, and the warmth of their love surrounding them. The vivid daydreams felt so real, yet they were clouded by doubt.
Meanwhile, Maria, the doll’s designer who created Julia’s clothes was focused on another form of beauty. So, Maria wanted their customers to notice every lovely detail of the white cotton she wore. In addition, Maria chose not to overwhelm her beautiful face with bold colors, emphasizing that the purity of the materials allowed Julia’s natural beauty to shine through. [/read]
| The character was crafted in 7 days. |
Phillip
I’m a street dancer wearing a costume made of organic cotton, reminiscent of the Louis XIV era, featuring a caftan with gold buttons, a white velvet cape, and a high stand-up collar. My puff pants are adorned with satin ribbons and gold button ruffles. I also wear a frilly tie and a wreath of golden leaves and pearls on my head.
My father is a professional street performer, particularly skilled in dance. Every weekend, he would take me along to watch his performances, sparking my interest in his craft. “I want to be a professional dancer like my father,” I declared. I began to pick up some dance techniques from him, and this job became a vital source of income for us. [read more]
One day, during a performance at a carnival, my father collapsed from exhaustion and couldn’t finish his show. Realizing I needed to step in, I quickly stood up and demonstrated my balancing skills impressively. The audience felt surprised at how well I controlled my balance on the ball, especially my father. “Yes, Phillip, it’s time for you to take over, handle the work, and give me a rest,” my father said. [read more]
Seven years later, my father became older and sick, and I had to work hard to cover his medical expenses. One day, after finishing my performance, I counted the money I had collected and realized it wasn’t enough to buy his medicines. At that moment, I felt like all the doors had closed in front of me. Suddenly, I saw my friend Lucas approaching.
“Hey, Phillip, what’s wrong?” Lucas asked. “No worries, my friend, I’ll be alright,” I replied. “Is something wrong with your father?” Lucas inquired. Being perceptive, he quickly understood the situation without me having to explain. “Phillip, take all the money in my bag. I was collecting it to buy a gift for my girlfriend’s mother, but your father needs it more. Please take it and help him,” Lucas said. “What a kind heart Lucas has,” I thought to myself. Herein, I realized that friendship isn’t just a word, it’s an attitude.
Want to meet my best friend, Lucas? [/read]
| The character was crafted in 12 days. |
Lucas
I’m a street performer, imitating a living statue in the central square. I stay perfectly still until someone puts money in my old medical bag, prompting me to start dancing and playing my instrument.
One day, a new dancer joined our street. I loved her performance costume and asked her where she got it. “Hey there, I’m Lucas. Nice to see you joining our street. I really admire your lovely dance clothes,” I said. “Hi, I’m Carla. Nice to meet you, Lucas. My costume was designed by my mother; she’s a fashion designer,” Carla responded. “Wow! I love it. Could your mother make one for me?” I asked. “Yes, of course, I’ll ask her,” Carla replied.
Carla’s mother designed a beautiful costume that suited my street performer persona. It featured a short jumpsuit with lace ruffles, a frill with gold buttons, and an extended cap, making me look like a court jester in a grand kingdom.
“Thank you, Carla, for helping me get this costume. I appreciate your mother’s effort and creativity. I’ll give her a special gift once I save some money,” I expressed my gratitude. “You look great in this costume, Lucas,” Carla said shyly. At that moment, I realized we had become more than just street companions.
Want to see my beloved Carla?
| The character was crafted in 20 days. |