Little One

I met a girl six days ago.
She is tiny. She is adorable.

We sat next to each other. She was drawing a picture, I was telling her how pretty it was. That turned into making faces at each other. Then we began making noises. Any noise we could make with our mouth or throat was made...then repeated by the other. She scrunched up her nose and snuffed. Of course I copied her.
We moved on, holding up a marker she would pause until I said the colour. Then I asked her the colour. She would roll her big brown eyes and say it before throwing it back in the bin.

Her smile made you stop. And there was no possible way you could see it and not smile back. I did crazy, silly things just to see those eyes light up and that smile.
For thirty minutes we played with each other before I had to leave. I didn't want to. I didn't want to leave that smile, that precious loved girl.

Four days ago I saw her again.
She is tiny. She is adorable.

She was sitting on a stage with a hundred other children. They were waiting to sing before the audience. She was there on the front row. Our eyes met. She scrunched up her nose and snuffed. She remembered....
Throughout the night she would glance over and shrug her shoulders or raise her eyebrows. Of course I copied her and her smile melted my heart. I know every time she glanced over because I couldn't stop looking at those precious eyes, hoping for that smile, one more time...