a little girl, perhaps 5-6, sits in the meadow and picks flowers. she picks the flowers slowly, meticulously. she looks up and sees a beautiful teenaged girl, with a long flowing dress and short hair with splotches missing. the teenager sits with the little girl. "what happened to your hair?" the little one asks.
"once upon a time,
I picked flowers just like you.
but I picked them all."
the young girl listens and keeps picking her flowers.
"I met a boy who
promised I was beautiful
and made me feel so."
the teenager begin taking the flowers and winding them together. she grabs her knitting needles out of her handmade purse and continues working on a hat to keep her hands busy.
"he always told me
that my head was too pretty
for me to be sad."
"Did he love you?" the little girl asks, playing with her hands.
"perhaps he did, but
he never said that he did.
he never told me."
"after I ran out
of flowers, I began pull-
ing my long hair out."
"please don't end up like me." the teenager says, handing the girl the hat.