Her fondness kind of grew into an obsession. The desire for few turned into demand for many more. And her very loving father made it a point to satisfy her wishes at all cost.
Day by day, her adamant need became so compulsive that the supply of balloons dried up in the block, then in the area and eventually in the entire city. But there was always a demand for more.
So her father decided to take her to another city in search of more balloons. Once they boarded the car, he would buy her balloons all along the way.
She would say more, he would buy more. She would say some more, he would pull the car to buy many more. More, more, more...she would say, and he lost it at a point.
He lost it completely and crashed the car into a wall.
Amidst the chaos, her bloody face made way for her fluttering eyes. And hugging the airbag and she said, some more.
