In the beginning ,she came in here like a frightened little mouse;
With skin pale and severely wounded by the hard whips of her temperamental father ,as she recalls.
One of her valuable assets were her big expressive eyes , which, then were shadowed with fear of another repetition of
such incidents in her life.
And her long silky
hair, curls bouncing from her jaws to her waist, but seemed to have aged so early, due to lack of care.
I saw to that she receives more attention to herself,
which will keep her busy from remembering her past.
Her tattered frilly frock seemed to have been worn by her
since ages. Colour on it has faded replacing a brownish layer along with a
tinge of cream colour. I could do nothing ,but sympathise with her, while
looking at her harshly abrashed feet.
One of the children from the orphanage , gave
her a pair of shoes, which she couldn’t reject.
That was a moment to
be remembered for a lifetime, when she looked up to the girl, who, then seemed
like an angel dropped down from heaven, who gave her the little hope she lost
on love and kindness.
She was never the same little girl ,who I have seen in the
very beginning of our meet.
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