I once met a girl called Grace. Her light-brown hair fell down her back and swung cheekily when tied in a ponytail. She wore a smile on her face that reflected her sunny disposition. She was always willing to lend a helping hand: on the playground, in the classroom, to close friends and family. Even though she was six years old, she had a “mommy” air about her. She was capable, responsible, confident.
I once met a girl called Grace. She brought laughter into our lives. She spread her joy to whomever she touched. She had learned to consider the feelings of others; and she had learned to make them feel special. She was chatty and included all those around her in her conversations. She understood that there were times to be silent; and revelled in the permission to communicate.
I once met a girl called Grace. As I think of her today, I wonder about her growth into a young woman and whether she still has within her the grace that is embodied in her name.
I once met a girl called Grace.
Have you met a girl called Grace?
(This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday prompt)
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013