Glimpses - The Little Girl

There was a group of young children running and playing in the tall green grass of a mountain meadow. The sun shone brightly over the tops of the pine trees from a deep ocean blue morning sky. The girls giggled and squealed as the boys ran around teasing and tormenting them, each boy doing his best to impress the girls with his own perceived wit and charm.

One creative little boy loved to make up stories, poems and pictures to charm and entertain the rest of the group. One little girl, with her long curled locks of brown, was particularly quick to respond to the little boy’s quips. She was as intelligent as her smile was breathtaking. The two enjoyed matching wits and became friends.

Each day, the children met and played in the mountain meadow. Although there were arguments on occasion, all the children generally got along and enjoyed playing with each other. The beautiful little girl became more and more endearing to the little boy as they continued to play. Occasionally, some children would stop coming to the meadow and new children would come in their place, but there was always children playing, laughing and enjoying themselves.

One day, the little girl’s parents came to the meadow and told her that they would be moving to a wonderful place where she would get to play and where she would be happy for the rest of her life. She was excited to go but knew that she would miss her friends. The little boy was so happy for her. He had once lived where she was going and knew that she would be happy there.

He watched her go before turning to play with the other children, but he couldn’t help but notice that his heart hurt just a little bit. There was emptiness. He knew that he would miss that little girl’s wit and smile. Her friendship meant a lot to him. She meant a lot to him.

Time passed and fall arrived with its falling leaves and cool breezes. He still thought of her as he played and made up stories for the children of the meadow. He hoped that she was happy in her new home. She would always be special in the hearts of the children of the meadow and especially to a little boy who sat on a tree branch, way up on the top of the tallest tree, dreaming of far off places and special smiles.