A little girl

I met a little girl yesterday in the locker room at the swimming pool.

She was sitting on the bench all calm and cool, and barely uttered a word.

She sat with her hands folded in her lap and just smiled as two younger women gleefully doted on her.  They might have been her aunts, cousins or older sisters.  One might have been her mother.

They told me her name was Alice and she was soon to turn three in a few days.

Then the talk of the birthday party came up and Alice began to open up, little by little. We talked about everyone who was invited and how excited she was.  She was going to have her grandparents and three friends.  She didn’t know their names.

Alice was the sweetest thing in the world.  I think of the goodness that awaits her, I hope.

She was extraordinary!