I looked at Ria with worry as she sat at her desk isolating herself from the world. The head of the orphanage had warned us about her withdrawn nature. Ever since we adopted her, I have been trying to connect to her in some way but reached an impasse with every attempt I made.
I tiptoed behind her to check what she was doing and saw the painting she was working on, actually replicating the cannon I had sketched for the memorial museum. As I admired her intricate lines around the cannon’s wheel, I smiled at how life’s wheels had taken me to the bridge that’d connect me with her.
Until later 🙂