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Sakura has never gone shopping for clothes before, or entered a store without someone chasing her out. She marvels at the ingenuity of having all these different fabrics, shapes, and textures for clothing all in one store. To her, it's one of the most beautiful things she's ever seen. The dresses on display in the back are embroidered with different colored threads forming shapes such as flowers, birds and insects.
Sakura never had to buy clothes because she's alway had to look for them where no body wants them. She's never had to buy clothes because all of them tear by the end of the week. She's never had to buy clothes because when it gets bad, she can always ask the hokage to lend her some until she can find her own.
But now? She can enter the brightly lit room surrounded by shirts, pants, skirts, and dresses without someone glaring at her. Without someone whispering in harsh tones about how she shouldn't exist. Without having to exit the second she enters.
Sakura ventures further into the store than she ever did before and she loves it. She brushes her hands over the clothes and nobody bats an eye. Maybe all kids do this, she thinks. The rough feeling of cotton. The smooth feeling of silk. Her fingers tangles in the underwire mesh when she tries to glide over them, causing her to giggle.
When deep green, like the leaves in a forest, catches her eyes. A kimono. She's seen Hinata wear one before, but in a gradient blue. With a sparrow on her left shoulder and a wisteria tree underneath it. The wisteria petals falling, blown by an unseen wind into a small pond by her ankles. The purple tones of the wisteria complementing the blue that gradually became darker.
The kimono is small, like her. Almost a perfect size. She makes her way towards it and notices the pattern on it. Cherry Blossoms, like her namesake, and Lily of the Valley stitched onto the green silk. She's never seen anything so beautiful before.
She walk back to the front of the store until she sees her mom. She reaches out and clasps her hand into her mother's. Her mother looks down at her and smiles. She kneels down to be eye level with her daughter. "Did you see something you liked?"
Sakura beams and nods enthusiastically. Her mother chuckles at her antics, standing up and brushing her knees, she gestures for Sakura to lead the way.
Her mom sees the kimono and falls in love with it too.