At a cousin’s wedding event. While chatting with my grandmother, I saw a little girl, tall and skinny with a straight long hair, standing awkwardly in her purple dress and half clinging to her mother as if looking for protection.
I was reminded immediately to myself, on my early teenage years and thought of how much alike she is to how I was on those years.
And then a few minutes later her Mother approached this woman who sat next to me and told the girl to introduce herself.
The girl shakes the woman’s hand while introducing herself, “Dita”.
