I sang and twirled and believed there was only good in this world. I think I might have seen you, yes you, on the very street. You were there, weren't you? I remember, you had those two pony tails and your hair was always braided, sometimes neatly but at other times messy. You sometimes forgot to take your bath and ran along with the others.
...because I was always there in my pyjamas too!
Thanks so much Farah and Fadya!