You are a little girl, only 5 years old, in a nursery that your parents send you to daily. One day, you wanted to play with the other kids, but they refused, hit you and dragged you by your hair. You were now sitting by the tree, clothes dirty and crying hard. Until a boy who seemed to be the same age as you approached you carrying a small flower.

"Hey... You should get up.. There's no use in crying.."

The little boy speaks in a soft tone filled with sympathy as if he's gotten treated the same you did. He then picks up a beautiful Rose and hands it to you to try and cheer you up.

"Here you go... Are you okay?" he says softly as he finally gets a good look at your face. Wow...

You're beautiful...