
There’s a little blonde girl in a pink polka dot dress and cream sweater outside, perfectly content to walk around and around and around and around a tree with her little white sparkle sandals on, hair in a pony tail. The asian boy with black boots and a beanie playing peek-a-boo with her and making her giggle.
"Oh you don’t want it?" Speaking of the whipped cream at the top of her drink. “No I do want it!” says the wise woman with white wavy hair and hands that look like they’ve lived.
A man with salt and pepper hair holds his little girl in pink and blue stripes, only 9 months old. She cuddles up against him, watches people around her and fits perfectly curled up in his lap or when she puts her little face, dark brown hair that matches her eyes, into his neck. Talking and wondering to herself like no one else can understand, she is held and cared for as he talks with a friend.
*For the record, I did finish my homework.
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