"The little girl sat down in the dried out river-bed, the cool air gently touched her face and dried her tears."
"a cat aproached her and tilted it's head, as if saying 'why are you crying?'"
"the girl replied. 'my brother yelled at me again. . . i think he hates me' she chuckled and continued ' i don't think he ever did love me though.' she waited a few moments then said. 'this is a wishing place i wish. . . he would be nice to me..'"
this isn't from my book. . . where it's from, you diside.