Small dolls were the only possessions she had. Her eyes shone like diamonds, as she stood in front of the bedroom window overlooking the beautiful lake. She stood there, listening to the sound of squeaking hinges of the see-saw in the park. Her father was watching his favorite movie while she continued to stand in the corner. Suddenly, the telephone rang but she stayed unmoved.
Her mother paced towards the room, asking her father to get up and get ready. The father grunted and looked at her, annoyed at the interruption. The mother gushed, “let’s go!” as she put on the lip gloss, brought from her recent Paris vacation. The father knew it was futile, yet he labored himself in search of the car-keys in the teak-wood carved drawer in their bedroom. He was irritated and said, “Could you please turn the lights on?”
She stood rooted near the window while a gentle breeze played with her hair. She kept looking outside and did not move. If only she knew, why they needed the light.