Flower Power
As I was leaving the grocery, I saw a young girl waiting by the bus stop with her grandmother. She was dancing and twirling around the bike racks, her black braids bouncing as the beads in her hair clacked together.
As I was leaving the grocery, I saw a young girl waiting by the bus stop with her grandmother. She was dancing and twirling around the bike racks, her black braids bouncing as the beads in her hair clacked together.