jacoblosttinkerbell
She threw the ball, sweat dripping from her brow, her tongue sticking out of her lips in concentration.
"Steeeeee-rike!" her brother called from behind her, giggling as she danced around.
"Mom, when will it grow?" Zaya asked her mother, pointing to the rose bud.
"In a while," Her mother said, ruffling her hair, kissing her forehead.
"Darn. I want it to grow now."