Princess of the Glass Palace
She was just a child.
Too young to be working.
Yet she was selling jasmines at 7pm.
She had curly hair and thanakha cheeks.
Under protection of the red light, she went in and out of traffic.
Headlights shined on her like a Princess on stage.
But in this crowd of people she was a mute ghost.
“Ma Ma would you kindly buy some?” I was being haunted.
“Keep the jasmines little girl.”
Then I heard the most beautiful thank you in my life.
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