In spite of the surrounding concrete, the flower grew, and with a smile, it challenged the world…
On occasion, certain gestures the child made reminded her so strongly of Dora’s mother: such a likeness, especially at that age: oh my darling daughter, how soon you left us. May you rest in peace…
Dora’s favourite spot in which to spend the mornings was right at the beginning of the steep climb. The hours would happily pass, while she, engrossed in her own world, enthusiastically played, or she read one of the books, that she always carried.
Yes, that was definitely her favourite place, in front of the house with the yellow façade, sitting on the fresh red tiled bright mosaic steps, so spacious, yet so cozy. When the neighbours passed by, they would smile and greet her warmly, for they knew the little girl’s situation well.
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