you were seating not so far from the orphanage, the other sisters and brothers were playing tag, Mama was looking after them, while you and Norman were seating under the shadow of a three, he was reading one of his books, and you were laid next to him, with your head on his lap, as you watched the clear sky. He moved away a strength of your hair from your face and smiled faintly, his blue eyes piercing you kindly

“head in the clouds, uh?”

He asked with a soft chuckle as he posed his book