I walk slowly nervously to the lady that I think that's mum. And did a few little taps on her leg. The lady noticed the taps and look down at me.
"What is it little girl?" Says the lady in a deep loud tone. Oh no it isn't mum.
"Umm sorry for interrupting you, I sort of mistaken you with my mum, madam," I say, nervously.
The lady crouched down, to reach my height. She had very distinct features. Her skin was tan, as if she was sitting in the sun for a really long time. Her eyes were a clear blue, just like the sky. Well, what the sky use to look like. Her eyes caught my eyes attention seeing someone with such blue eyes, isn't something I see everyday.
"Oh is it, that's ok, if you want to find your mum maybe go up on my shoulders and take a very good look if your mum is here."
This is the only time I can help you little girl. Because I'm really busy today," says the lady, looking worried in the same time serious too. I climbed up on her shoulders and take a very good look.
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A Little to Live for
Krótkie OpowiadaniaIt is year 1930, and I was in my bedroom looking at the window, alone. Just alone. While watching kids and adults walking around with cardboard in front of them with writing on it. I can't clearly see what's written on it. But let's just say, there'...
