Saturdays at the Library

The bookstore was her toyshop. She spent Saturdays sitting on the floor, hungrily running her hands over the spine. Mother would be busy choosing grown-up books nearby. The child wondered when she could read those too. Time flew by faster than her favourite chocolate did in her hands. Carrying a bag full of stories, she left wishing every day was Saturday.

Finding Beauty

“If beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, then I guess everybody thinks I’m ugly,” the young girl told her mother with no emotion in her voice. She was sick of feeling like she didn’t belong to the world. And she knew the reason. It was why she hated buying clothes and would kill all mirrors if she could. But her mother said something that made her think: It all starts with you, honey. Why don’t you see your own beauty?