I gave her a handful of flowers, hoping it would keep her busy while I unloaded the dishes. She disappeared, quiet, entertained. I assumed I would sweep the petals off of her bedroom floor later in the morning.
I found her flowers on my way to her bedroom. I stood there for a moment, totally still, realizing that even such small hands are looking for beauty.
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4 comments:
beautiful!
Beautiful, indeed!
What a creative girl. :)
these are the priceless things!
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