Microtale: Sun-bathed friendship The first time I saw her, she was sitting in a corner of the long veranda of the adoption centre. The shine in her eyes subdued her sun-bathed hair strings. // Caption // "Why aren't you playing with others?" I asked, while moving towards her direction in my wheelchair, and immediately regretted my questioning. She looked at me with a contagious smile and said, "Because I'm playing with Kisha," I saw a doll with blonde hair and pink dress in her hand. "You too can join us," her invitation interrupted my sympathetic stare towards her polio-ed legs. She gave me fictional tea in one of her tiny toy cups. I drank it and decided finally. She's the one. My would be