A Stranger Through The Eyes of A Child.
“He doesn’t like me”.
Maybe it was not because he does not like me. Maybe it was because I witnessed what he did. Or maybe it was because he was protective of his little sister. His sister, who was looking at me with questioning eyes.
“Who are you?”
“What do you want?”
“Why are you taking our picture?”
She could not figure me out yet. So she was hesitant with her response. Maybe she will smile if I say a kind word or two. Maybe she will run away. But I kept my distance. I have no right to intrude.
Her brother, he just glared at me. I am a stranger...
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