PRETTY

“Can you do me a favor?” She asks me.

“Okay, little girl. Tell me.” I tell her sitting on the couch next to where she sits.

“Will you take my picture?” She says already pouting her tiny mouth in pose.

“That’s not possible.”

“Why?”

“Well, I take pictures of only pretty girls.” I tease her, turning away from her so as  to hide the funny grin spreading on my face.

She don’t say anything for a few minutes.

“Can I ask you something?” She says once again, disappointment already masking her adorable face. I nod lightly suppressing my laughter.

“Am I pretty?” She asks me.

“No.” I shake my head. “You are the prettiest.”I touch the tip of her nose with my forefinger and she giggles happily.

I smile at her.

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In the soaring sky I searched for an ember of life.

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