gently and kindly the old hand stretches out to offer the little girl a small biscuit,
without a care and very innocently she accepts,
and with those tiny palms of hers, she brings the biscuit close to her lips,
and she nimbles and with sparkling eyes, announces a kind deed done.


she asks, with the same sparkle, if the birds will visit tonight.

And the old man answers with the same affectionate tone that they will visit.

"If you wait long enough, they will."

And so the little girl looks at her biscuit and decides to keep it.

"I'll leave the rest for the birds!" she cries.

the old man just smiles and waits with the girl as she sits down on the floor, looking up at the sky in anticipation.


the birds arrive, as promised indeed.
she turns around in great excitement to tell the old man. but to her astonishment, the old man just disappeared!

she begins to look at herself and realise how big she has grown, though she probably won't be able to see her own face. she looks around her surroundings and people are looking at her as if she has gone mad. That is when she realises that she's too old to be jumping around. She calms down, sad that the old man left without saying goodbye. She takes a final look at the flying birds, now decreasing as they realise they won't find dinner here, tonight.

she will come back here some day, she promises herself.

but who knows when? and where has the old man gone?


some days represent our entire lives.