The cutest little girl walked up to me today, her bright red hair glistening and her eyes sparkling.
Her dad was buying traveler’s cheques and I could tell she wanted to ask me something. I smiled at her and raised my eyebrows as if to say, yes?
She took a deep breath and whispered, “roten Lollie?”
My eyes widened a bit and her dad chuckled and started to translate when I interrupted him.
“Ja. Hier ist ein Erdbeerenlollie.”
Her mouth fell open and she giggled. I blushed because I knew my German was lacking but we kept grinning at each other.
She unwrapped the strawberry lollipop and held it up as if it was a priceless jewel. (And when you are merely six, I suppose all lollies are jewels)
“Danke,” she whispered, “pretty.”
Her dad grabbed her hand and they began to walk away when I whispered, “Auf wiedersehen.”
I heard her little gasp as she whirled around and giggled one last time.