! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A Girl With Curls...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I don’t like my curly hair. Everyday I say a prayer. God, please make my hair straight. I want to make two long plaits. Do you think He hears my plea? Oh, she asked innocently of me. Dear, you look truly like an angel. But they are always entangled. Please, please pray for me. I want hair like you, you see. Do you think He really loves me? Darling, He loves everyone you see. Then why did he make my hair curly. He loves you very, very dearly. On hearing this she did a jig. He must have a heart really big. I just can’t love everyone. That boy who teases me, for one. Then she clapped and ran about. Kicking the ball, scream and shout. Forgot all about her curls. How dainty is my little girl! Of Anika, for Anika, my grand daughter