She was the spitting image of her mother except for the colour of her eyes. She must have got those from her father. The little girl was oblivious of Rachel’s study as she read aloud from the story book.
She was a transfer student and today was her first day.
The girl’s mother had been in Rachel’s first class. She had called them Lilliputian monsters. They had lived up to their name but she loved them nevertheless.
Rachel smiled thinking of her first day. The Encounter was what she liked to call it as when she told people her story.