Mala Mala

There she was, beautiful like in the picture. I walked towards her, feeling a lump in my throat. She was walking towards me too. 

"You're here," she said, holding on to the straps of her navy backpack. 

I smiled. Her voice was like the break of dawn. Fresh and energizing. Her eyes, a rich hazel, twinkling with joy. I couldn't help but appreciate this beauty. This god-sent gift. I stroked her rosy cheek in amazement. I have waited for this moment for a very long time.

"Don't cry," she said again. I pulled her into a tight hug. I could smell the scent of her shampoo, something fruity. 

"Let's go home." I said. I couldn't wait for her to see what I've prepared for her. 

She is very pretty. She has long hair like me but her hair is red. My hair is black. 

She looks like Ariel from Little Mermaid. I like Ariel. I have the book in my bag.

When we get home, I'll ask her to read it for me.

I have a home now. I'm happy. http://unscriptedparadox.blogspot.sg/p/turner.html