Presence

Anizabella Lesmana
Apr 1, 2016
1 min read

Sally is a little runner. She’s only four, but our six years difference means nothing when we play together.

When she does it, her little feet echoed through the walls in our house. Doesn’t matter what time of day, she always asked me to run around the house with her.

I often tag along, just to be with her. However it’s quite peculiar that unlike most four years old, she hates playing hide and seek.

She said she’s no good at it. Because eversince that time she tried to hide, she had never been found.

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