Her bare feet pounding on the hard ground. Her curly hair flying
out from behind her. The once white dress she wore was covered in
dirt and grass stains. She ran in to the house, tears pouring
down her face.
The little five year old girl. Brown eyes. Golden hair, that sparkeled when the sun's rays hit it. She ran to her mother, her pointer finger held higher than the other hand. The bee's stinger was still lodged in her finger. Running to her mother, who picked her up lovingly. Whispering words of comfort in the little girls ear.The mother took the stinger out of her finger. Releif flooded over the tear streaked face.
It would be many years untill that little girl would go and run to someone again when she was in need for help.