She wrote, her pencil just couldn’t stop moving. Letter after letter, word after word. Nobody knew what she was doing. Maybe love letters? Or maybe homework?
This little girl didn’t give any answer. She only saw the empty paper in front of her and began to write. About everything. About world leaders till the garbage that wasn’t picked up yet. She just saw everything move in front of her eye. She saw everything.
And she was the one, that told us all about.