An Intruder

If so, then she would not be able to eat, drink, and sleep properly. She would then live a very sad life. Would she grow up like this until her head turned white and she was an old woman? Would Caius not want her by then? Would others still like her by then? Would they all leave her because she was such a burden?

She does not want to be alone!

"One more time, one more time," Venera convinced herself, once again trying to pull her head out of the gaps. But her head was still stuck.

She hissed in pain at the sides of her head and face that were rubbed and squeezed against the gaps of the railing. Her delicate skin turned red. Her eyes instantly misted, and her vision blurred.

Why? Why is this so? Why is her head still stuck? Why is her head so big? How was she able to stick her head out but not be able to pull it back in?

The little girl bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.