A chance to climb.

    Her pig tails were the messy kind- pulled taught too many times to keep them up.
    And she brushed the stray hairs from her head as she assesed the hill in front of her for at the top was a bud that she hopped to carry back down with her to bless her world.
    With the daunting task in front of her she furrowed her brow and scrunched her lips-never before had she climped a hill this steep.
    Perhaps she could fall down and get hurt, perhaps she'd grow weary half way and not go on- a worse and stagnant defeat.
    But oh how she wanted to bring that flower home with her to bless her world.
    So with the strength the size of a seed and her tiny incapable feet to match she started to climb.Fear struck her as she began to ascend but with her eyes on the prize she continued. Exhaustion started to creap in beckoning her to quit but with her eyes on the prize she continued. Even along the way blisters formed and scars were created but with her eyes on the prize she continued untill she reached the top and realized that all along her fathers hand was gently placed on her back - enough stability and strength to make it pushed her to the top where the bud was picked to bring down and bless her world.