“I can’t go up there,” she whispered softly. I nudged her, which seemed to break her out of her trance. I turned to his sister expectantly to see what she would do but she no longer looked like the vibrant girl I met a moment ago. I could see him shaking from where I was standing and felt sorry for the little guy. The monkey bars were meant for kids three times his size. It looked pretty scary to an eight-year old so I could only imagine how the younger boy in denim overalls, crouched over in tears, on top of the bars felt. We finally came to a stop near a set of bright blue monkey bars. We quickly passed swing sets, merry-go rounds, and jungle gyms, but I never really saw any of it as she pulled me across the park at top speed. “Mom, Lake and I will find Buddy and we’ll meet you at the car,” the girl rushed out as she grabbed my hand and took off running across the playground. I only gave my name as a distraction because for some reason I didn't want the other girl in trouble, but now I didn't know what to do as they both stared at me. I guess learning my name was some kind of victory for her. They both turned to me, her mother appearing confused while Willow grinned at me triumphantly. “Willow Olivia Waters,” her mother started, turning red. “How would I know? Buddy’s five! He’s practically an adult!” Where is your brother? It’s time to go home.” “What happened to your hair? Oh, never mind. “Willow,” the lady called out in a stern tone. A lady with equally red hair, but carefully swept back to rest on her shoulders, interrupted before I could. I didn’t get the chance to answer though. “What’s your name?” she prompted nervously. I could see some of her confidence disappearing when I continued to stare.
“Hi,” I finally responded after the silence became awkward. She definitely had the adorable kid look down. Her bright green overalls had a yellow daisy print that she paired with purple sneakers. Freckles covered what seemed like every inch of her face and framed her big round eyes. Her wild mane of curly red hair that was more like a copper color was currently spread in every direction like it had never met a brush before. She reminded me of my mom’s statues that she often called a cherub. I looked up and was staring into twinkling green eyes and a chubby face.
The soft voice above me rushed the words out before I could raise my head. Are you a ballerina? Can you show me your moves?”
Your bow is pink so you're definitely a girly-girl. The pink toenail polish that Aunt Carissa helped me paint on this morning glistened in the sunlight. I huffed and wiped the sweat off my eyebrow for the hundredth time in the last five minutes.
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