What has become of the little girl ?

The following  images remind me of a passage in Pico Iyer's book :THE MAN WITHIN MY HEAD

 
« The girl who was once nine years old is still visible in the grandmother of eighty-four »

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The woman was sipping her juice while balancing her feet back and forth.
I imagined her as a young girl doing the same thing.
I sat on the bench facing her for almost one hour, reading a book.

Sipping her juice while balancing her feet back and forth.

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Then nightfall arrived.
The woman placed the red plastic bag under her head and lied down, probably for the night.
I felt uneasy.
​Before leaving I went up to her and gave her some money.
She sat up and gave me a great big smile.
When I arrived home, I thought of her all night…I still do at times.

Settling down for the night