Today is Friday.
When Mig turned to seven years old, she received her birthday clout to the ear. She went out with her Uncle's sheep and saw something glittering and glowing on the horizon. She first thought it was the sun, but the sun was in the west. Mig stood in the field and shaded her eyes with a hand, until she saw clearly that was the King, the Queen and the Princess. The royal family was surrounded by knights in shining armor and horses in shining armor. And atop each royal member's head, there was a golden crown, and they were all dressed in ropes decorated with jewels sequins that glittered and glowed and captured the light of setting sun and reflected it back. The princess waved her hand to Mig, who opened her mouth and stared at the princess without waving back. Looking at the royal family had awakened some deep and slumbering need in her; it was as if a small candle had been lit in her interior, sparked to the life. For the first time in her life, Mig hoped.
