Her World as the girl saw
a morning just a any other the heat a constant summer bother the day a normal it could be as far a all could see but in a stretched verandah be an exception a girl a small one brim with expectation for her the day be n't the usual it be obvious it be not just lovely it be glorious her face glow with joy her tiny hand clutch a toy but something on her face demand attention be it contemplation no preoccupation no yes anticipation a morn pass to noon a tall figure appear not too soon for the little girl leapt a if stand on a spring to discover what news the figure would bring the silhouette turn out to be a man of late thirty and an indian tan the man rush towards her hug her a she exclaim