Feed Them

It was a warm Sunday afternoon with the sun shining brightly in the sky. The trees in the small lawn had birds sitting on its branches as they chirped their own tune, maybe expressing their joy for the warmth that the sun had generously bestowed on them after a long period of time.

Xiao Li was running haywire on the grass barefoot, with a small stuffed doll in one hand and a handful of birdseed in the other, every one or two of which would seep out of her small stubby hand that left her with a very few right now.

Her two ponytails dangled back and forth with every step her little feet took. She had no care of her feet getting soiled or her dress getting crumpled as she continued running after the birds that flew down every now and then with the hope to feed and befriend at least one of those.