Title: Unwillingly Pink

"Momma?"

The little girl tugged on her shirt, her blue eyes shining bright.

The woman sighed, looking down, and shooed her with a hand.

"I'm not your mother, little girl. Look somewhere else tonight -

I'm weary of this game you play, I've pressing work to do."

The woman traveled down the stairs and through the spinning exit,

when suddenly a shriek sent forth, and made her drop her purse.

"Will you stop following my steps?!" She glared at the little girl

who shrieked once more in utter delight as she pushed through the spinning doors.

Why did this happen every night? Whose parent owned this kid?

The woman sharply turned away, ignoring the playing child.

"Momma?"

God. What would she do? Be haunted every time?

By a little girl with bouncing curls and a tendency to squeal?

The child ran to her once more, throwing up her arms,

her pouting lips and stubby legs begging to be held.

And as the woman glared back down, a warmth began to spread.

Alarmed, she turned away and hastened 'cross the frosted road. 

Arriving at her little flat, she faced the girl and said:

"Goodbye, you little nuisance, and don't come back again."

The clock ticked by. She sat alone, unable to drift asleep.

Her mind continually thought about the girl she left outside.

Finally, she groaned and rose, stamping to the door,

only to find the little girl curled up right upon her floor.

The little brows were scrunched with cold as the little girl silently shivered,

her face betraying her determined will and her stubborn, endearing soul.

The woman sat, conflicted at heart, near the child asleep at her door.

Then after a sigh, unfurled a pink blanket, covering the girl's little form.

Sources: Reading of cold-hearted business people. Wondering about the impact innocence can make.

Ingredients: Coldness, apathy, cuteness, frost, stubbornness, heart, and the first step to change.