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A small girl has been watching a stranger. |
There is a woman, She walks the streets, I see her everyday. She smiled at me once, It made me warm inside, I smiled back at her. But sometimes she will walk with, A sad look on her face, I wonder why she is sad. She always dresses in the same clothes, And her clothes are never, ever dirty, My clothes get dirty very, very easily. I pointed her out to friends and family, They couldn't see and looked at one another, So I pretended not to see her again. One night, when they left me with Aunt Margaret, Auntie fell asleep so I looked for my friend, I knew she was real, I was just checking. I walked down the road in the dark, looking around, I turned a corner, and she was standing there, smiling, I walked up to where she was and smiled back. She spoke very softly to me; "Why are you here, Alice?" "I've been looking for you," I pointed at her, "Found you" She tilted her head; the sad look again on her face. The woman held out her hand, I took it, we began walking, "Alice, you are six years old, yes?" I replied; "I'm almost seven", "I have to tell you, Alice, things that you may not like". She spoke of death, of things I did not understand until then, By the time she had finished, we had walked back to my house, The sun was rising and it felt like a new start to my life. The woman explained that she was sent to look after me for a while, I had a terminal disease; she helped me to understand what that really meant, She said I had died in my sleep, and that I should not worry. "Are you ready, Alice?" I took her hand, smiled at her and said; "Yes, mummy." |