I looked at myself in the huge oval mirror bordered by woodwork carvings.
A little head popped up in the reflection tugging my beige androgynous ironed suit.
“I have a presentation at office and they pay me on hourly basis, Emile.”
The soft thud of a pair of tiny feet running away from me wrung my heart.
“Take this”, she commanded, and the jingling of metal made a soft melody while emptying her piggy bank.
“I am hiring you. Play with me.”
I looked out of the window, with the palm trees swaying and the pink neon sign announcing “GIFTS”
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