Children's Fiction
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Every morning when she woke, the little girl stretched and said Good Morning to the sun, the trees and the wind. Then, with hope swelling her heart, she said to the bird, "Today, maybe he'll come."
Who? The bird didn't know. And neither did the little girl. But as surely as the sky is blue and the sun is yellow, she knew she was waiting for someone.
Excerpt
close this panel
Every morning when she woke, the little girl stretched and said Good Morning to the sun, the trees and the wind. Then, with hope swelling her heart, she said to the bird, "Today, maybe he'll come."
Who? The bird didn't know. And neither did the little girl. But as surely as the sky is blue and the sun is yellow, she knew she was waiting for someone.
