She wears purple mittens and a burgundy coat into the crisp air. A golden scarf bounces around her neck while she runs across the street. Orange, gold, and green meet her boots on the street. She kicks up a few of these fallen leaves, and a rainbow of autumn swarms around her.

Perched on the doorstep of her best childhood friend, is a plump pumpkin with eyes, a nose, and an irregular smile. The young girl knocks once at the door. Kimberly pokes her head out of the curtains in the front window before opening the door. Her mother’s advice, because mother knows best.

“Hi, Sierra,” she says. Kimberly’s dark hair is pulled back into a ruffled beanie. She also has on purple mittens, which grab for Sierra’s hands to lead her inside.

The cozy home is overflowing with the scent of pumpkin spiced candles. A pleasant wood-burning fire in an old-fashion fireplace casts the home in amber lighting. And there, sitting on the overstuffed couch, is Kimberly’s mother. She is crocheting a burgundy sweater.

“I wanted a sweater just like yours,” Kimberly whispers to her best friend.

Sierra watches her friend’s mother weave the yarn, designing a piece of clothing that matches her own. She glances between their matching purple mittens.

“Here,” Sierra says, and slips out of her sweater. “You can wear this until your mom’s done.”

Kimberly’s eyes light up, and with eager hands, she accepts the sweater. But climbing into the warmth, she smiles, and hands it back.

This is a simple story of the kind hearts of young children.

Whoseywhatsit Thursday: Writing Prompt! by Nikki