Two little hands, and two little feet move, one step at a time, for the first time.
There it is – the single piece of the wall that is brighter, more colourful than the rest of the wall that surrounds it. She would look at it for hours with her big eyes. Wasn’t it the first thing she saw? Oh, how she had wished she could walk there. But immobile she had been.
Not anymore. She now crawled to her favourite place.
She rested her tiny palms on the railing, and she stood up for the first time.
And here she was, at the place that gave her the first glimpse of the world. Here she was, where she saw colour. Here she was, standing by the window.