"But I don't want a colorful sweater." Said a peculiarly calm voice.
"Then what do you want Dahlia!? I'm done! Screamed an overzealous woman with a bright pink asymmetrical dress and high-liter yellow leather jacket. Dahlia paused then scoured every inch of the childrens section until she found the simplest sweater in the plainest color. She brought it to her mother and placed it into the shopping basket.The brightly dressed woman's jaw dropped as she stared at the unembellished white cotton article of clothing. She picked it up with disgust.
"This!" She paused "This is what you want!?" She angrily exclaimed.
"Yes." The little girl replied without a sliver of intonation in her voice. Angry and annoyed at the child's lack of respect, she quickly walked over to the counter and bought the item.
"Thanks." Dahlia stated without any tone of gratefulness.
"You're welcome." She said coldy as her daughter gingerly put the sweater on and briskly started walking towards the door. Dahlia would remember this submission for the rest of her life.