Flower was her name.
She walked daintily, always daintily alongside her mother, as if on ballerina feet. Her toes were the smallest you had ever seen.
Flower loved going on walks, everyday and anywhere, she loved the outdoor world. She chattered, smiled, skipped, jumped, sang and pointed at almost anything on the way.
Her mother watched her closely with a heart full of love and adoration for her little daughter.
How time had run away with them like a fast moving train at mach speed. Flower was growing up at a rapid pace and was already a little girl.
Flower liked especially to play with sand and water - balancing on her pointed toes at the edge of a bucket with water in that stood outside the front door.
One day a frog was bathing himself in there.
On another day she chased a spider hurrying on his way.
On another particular day Flower was tempted by a snail cris-crossing a slimy path along the floor as she motioned it towards her mouth... about to taste escargot.
The outside world beckoned Flower and it was indeed HER world.
