The Balloon (a story)

Hiya there! Today I have a story for y'all, because I haven't posted a story for ages (emphasis on ages ;D). This story was for a school assignment, and it turned out really well! It does have a few typos that I didn't fix, so if you see one, continue reading like nothing was there :D.
   

                Six-year-old Betty was in the park with her father. Every week on Sunday after church, he would come and spend the day with her.  Betty’s father didn’t live with her and her mother, but he made the time to spend with Betty when he could.

            “Betty, what do you want to do today?” Her father asked. He looked striking in his church suit.

            Betty never knew how to reply to his weekly question. She played with the ruffles of her dress as she thought.  She looked up and saw a balloon man holding brightly colored balloons. She asked, “Could I get a balloon?”

             Her father looked at the balloon man and smiled. “Of course!” He replied.

            Hand in hand they walked to the man with colorful balloons floating above his head.

            “Which balloon would you like?” Betty’s father asked.

            Betty stared for a moment. A thoughtful expression entered her face, and her brow scrunched up. There were so many choices. Finally she said, “ That big red one at the top.”

            Her father turned and pointed it out to the balloon man. “That big red one,” he repeated after Betty.

            Betty suddenly noticed a little boy about the same age as her staring. He had tangled mousy brown hair and big blue eyes. He was dressed poorly. He wore old torn up tennis shoes, a dirty green t-shirt, and kaki shorts with holes. He stared longingly at the balloons.

            “C’mon Betty,” Her father said handing her the big red balloon. Betty stared at the balloon in awe. All thought of the boy she had seen left without a trace as she took in all of its big red glory. It was so round and shiny, with a bright gold ribbon to secure it. 

            “Thank you,” She announced, a big smile breaking out on her face.

            Her father returned a beam and ruffled her golden curls.

            They walked around the park and gazed at the fountains and tall trees. “Can I climb a tree, Daddy?” She once asked.

            He frowned playfully and said, “No, I don’t think you can.”

            She hung her head sadly.

            He laughed, “Of course you can!” Her head rose hopefully. He picked her up and said, “But you don’t want to ruin your nice dress, do you?”

            She shook her head fretfully.

            “Don’t worry,” He continued, “I’ll take you hear tomorrow, and you can climb trees all day if you want.”

            She grinned. “Yes. Daddy, please!”

            He laughed and set her back down on the ground. “Now, how about some ice-cream?” He lowered his voice, “Now what would Miss Betty like?” He held out an imaginary microphone to Betty.

            Betty giggled. “Raspberry chocolate chunk.”

Her father brought the imaginary microphone to himself. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” He said, “Miss Betty has decided upon raspberry chocolate chunk. Now, what does Mr. Crocker want?” The microphone went back to her.

Now she was laughing. “He would like,” Her father mimed a drumroll, “Mint chocolate chip with butterscotch drizzling.” She made a disgusted face.

Her father laughed. “Yes, indeed he would, ‘’ He commented.

They strolled to the ice cream truck where her father made their orders.

A movement caught her eye, and she turned to see what it was. It was the boy! The very boy who had been staring at the balloon mans balloons was now staring at Betty’s big bright red balloon.

The boy didn’t take notice Betty staring at him for a moment, which gave Betty enough time to see the longing in his eyes. He then stared her right in her eyes. An understanding passed between them.

Betty stared at her balloon and thought for a moment. Would her father be mad at her for giving away her balloon? What if she lied to him about it? But she didn’t want to lie to her father to her father.

Finally, she held out the balloon to the boy. The boy stared at Betty in unbelief. He must have read in her eyes the urging for him to take it, because he took the balloon and mumbled to her,  “Thank you.” He then ran off with a beam lighting up his face.

Betty smiled. Though she was sad to see her balloon go, she was glad she had given it to the boy.

“Here Betty.” She turned back to her father as he handed her a pink and brown ice cream scoop on a cone lined with sprinkles. When she took the ice cream, her father’s expression turned puzzled. “Where is your balloon?” He questioned

She though a moment before looking at the sky and saying, “Where all good balloons go, Daddy.”

Her father smiled and took her hand in his. “Don’t worry, Honey, I’ll get you a new one,” he responded.

She knew that he didn’t know that she hadn’t meant the sky, but she said, “Okay, Daddy.”

They then walked through the park once more as the sun started to sink behind the horizon.

Hope y'all enjoyed that! My computer is kind of funky right now, so it won't let me delete my indents. Toodaloo, Hoodians!