The trees sway and the leaves

rustle and the wind gushes in

all directions. A rusty old sign bent and

faded all covered by branches which shook

violently in the howling wind.

The sign whispered, “no” against the

foliage around it. It takes one little girl to notice

the sign. A round head with golden

streaks down to her shoulders stops and

tries to comprehend what the meaning of the

sign is.

While mother is beside her talking

to a close friend about how her

daughter needs to be less childish,

The word “no” kept

reminding her. It reminded her of every time she asked

for something the reply would always be “no.”

Teachers at school would always say that she

will never amount to anything. Her parents would

always deny everything that was said to her.

The sky turns blue, the clouds

look like pillows all puffed up,

which split apart and slowly carry

away from each other.

She starts to relax.