While she was having fun I decided to start washing her hair. Only able to use one hand it took me a long time to get the twigs and leaves out of her hair.
What I thought was dirty blonde hair turned out to be long beautiful strands of blonde hair.
“What’s your name sweetheart?”
“Mom says I’m not supposed to talk to strangers,” she said, scooping up large amounts of bubbles and placing them on her face to look like a beard.
“That’s true. I guess if I’m not going to be a stranger I should tell you my name. I’m Aria”
She was having an internal struggle. She looked up at me with her bright blue doe eyes.
“My name is Zoey”
“What a pretty name. How old are you?”
“I’m 5,” she held up her hand showing all five of her little fingers.
“What’s your sister's name?”
“She’s Olivia. Her nam
