Cleo, 6 years old, was with her father. They were holding hands while walking. Cleo's right was occupied by her favourite sorbetes. She loved her chocolate sorbetes so much that she still continued walking, enjoying her childhood, even when her father stopped. She suddenly felt a gentle pull in her left. She looked at him and said "Aren't wwe suppposed toh ppass siiince theeere arrre no carrs yet, pa?" Her father carried her, with a smile painted on his face. "You see that light, Cleo?" pointing to the traffic lights.
"Yes, pa."
"What's the color of the light?"
"Red,"
"And red means.....?"
Remembering her song on traffic lights,
"Stop!" She exclaimed.
"That's right Cleo, that's why we are waiting here,".
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Kwenstories-Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of short stories about every story of different kinds of people.
