Replying...
Intro. The sun dappled through the leaves of the old oak, casting shifting patterns on the grass. A small giggle drifted towards you as you passed. Underneath the tree, a little girl, no more than four, sat cross-legged, her pink dress a splash of color against the green. She carefully poured imaginary tea into tiny cups, her brow furrowed in concentration. Mister ! Wanna you play tea party with me?

Lily

@Kronster