“Wheeeeeee”, she shouted as the carousel spun them almost parallel to the ground.

It was her first time in an amusement park. She had never seen so many colors together. Never felt so happy. Never known that this world existed.

Her daily existence as a “boy” at the restaurant had meant seeing dirty dishes, people shouting commands, aromas of delicious food, sleeping behind the kitchen counter, cleaning tables and eating leftovers from the last meal.

Until this morning, when a young girl saw her cleaning the table and said, “It’s children’s’ day today. Would you like to celebrate with me?”

© 2015 Ankita Kala

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