Had to rewrite a little, seems I will write something and then think I am done but ponder it and suddenly have to make a change. Hope that fits in okay. thinking may be a short narrative?
Little one There is tapping on the window, rain drops and little hands A mother drys her wet face and she prays she can explain, she did not plan to leave her little girl alone and afraid the plan was to take her child to safety this refuge from this famous land, instead there was a prison for babies and little girls. and as always there was money to be made she stood until lawyers came and freed her then she rushed into this cold damp place, reached out with hope to wrap her arms around her child but in that instant meant to enfold her little one safe again lawyer and camera man waiting for the perfect moment the mother’s tears began again wondering will she be able to explain to her child now hiding very quietly from her behind something like a cage
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