She is wearing jeans. A simple shirt. A typical body of a 22 year old (I guess) thin lady. Brown complexion. Rounded eyes. Curly hair. I find her pretty and smart. But she is not talking. I mean, she is not talking to me. She will just pass by. Going to the bathroom, going up the stairs. Looking at the television every once and a while. Talking with her mom, her brother, to her younger sister and her boyfriend except me. I understand. She does not want to communicate or rather entertain a simple and older-than-her lady inside their small house. She is not smiling. I think she is not used to it. Like I mean, it surprised her that her older brother has now an official girlfriend. I think she do not know how to start a conversation. I hope that is the only reason. But she is really not talking only to me...
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The No Choice Child
RandomThis article flowed out of my mind when I was babysitting my 3-year old niece. Her parents were abroad. And that is how my story goes...
