Her supposed friends abandoned Her, Her hands were dirty, and the tea-set was broken. She hunched over the last shards, Her fire-hair aglow in the setting sun. She cupped Her hands under Her chin as She scanned the broken fragments and frowned at the disorderliness. She liked things in their place. And now it couldn’t be. Not only that but Her best friend had said that She was still a little kid. She played with stuffed animals. And she was right. Then the tea cups broke. Once again, her best friend ranted that Her parents didn't have enough money for real glass. Just cheap plastic. And she was right. Then they all called Her a loser and ran away. Were they right?
She started to cry.
The sun lost its grip on her sunflower dress, and a shadow took its place. He was there. She looked up into His dark eyes, He looked into Her bright eyes. All was going to be OK, because Daddy was here. He looked at Her mournfully, but with a look of future happiness.
He pressed his oversized hands onto her face.
He dried Her tears.He took the shards.
And He fixed them.
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