The taunts from her brother continue. He prances around, making horrible faces only in the eyes of a four year old. Just another hindrance in an adults eyes. His arms and legs swing succinctly, adding to the intensity of his taunts. She is about to cry.
searching for consolidation, she tugs at her mother's hem. The mother picks her up holding her, despite the heat. As if too hot to scold the boy for picking on the daughter. The child continues his prance spinning around his mother, attempting his worse faces while his mother was not facing him. Tears start trickling down her face, but no squeal was heard. The emotions just halted and she was quiet and resound.
Maybe the mother said something. But now she stroked her mother's long ponytail. The little girl's fingers slid in and out of the silky smooth hair. Almost patting the back of her mother's upper back, as if consolidating her mother. She was calm. No attention was given to the young boy, and now he stood quietly by his father, who was reading the newspaper.
The mother - unchanged [emotions], waits patiently for the train.
Still stroking her mother's hair, it presents the image of how a mother would stroke a daughter's. In a caring and consolidating way. Almost playing with the hair yet, soft and gentle.
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yeah.. apologies. No time to blog just go go go. Haha not really... just going out a lot, sleeping little - when i have the chance and enjoying my time. Also, thinking very little. i will not go through my 2 weeks of craziness. It is boring ;)
Instead, I gave you 2 minutes of my day.
