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The snapshots were for
the painting course of the little girl. Her mother
made up the braids in a mouse tail fashion and she put
it a rabbit
hair band. Then she took her hands and she went to photo shop
at the corner.
The photographer seated the girl on a high chair, he
told the girl to look at the bird's picture on the
opposite. He went out, saying her not to blink.
The mother leaned against the door and a flash lit the
room, a few seconds later.
The photographer opened the door and said that he is
finished.
The mother asked: "How long it takes to
deliver?"
"Ten minutes", said the photographer.
Ten minutes later, it was ready. The mother opened the
envelope. The paper was blank and white. Once again they took
Sahar to the room and the
flash went out. Ten minutes later, it was white again.
"Maybe, there is something wrong with the camera", said the mother.
The man said, "You take a seat to test."
The mother sat down. The flash light lit her face. Ten
minutes later, the mother's photo was ready, no
problem.
"I don't know, why your daughter's photo is blank," said the
photographer. "I hadn't such a case. Have you got
any picture of her, yet?"
The mother didn't answer. She tightened the mouse
tail, braid on Sahar hairs.
They went to the studio. Another flash light, a ten
minutes waiting, the third picture was blank, again. And
the fourth on... The mother was frightened... "That's
enough", she said, "Surely, your apparatus
has some problems."
The photographer said, "It is safe."
She became upset, took her child's hand and they went out of
photographers When they came back to the painting
class, the teacher said smiling, "Did you take
the photos?"
"It was not ready," said the mother.
The teacher said, "No problem. A
photocopy of her birth certificate is enough now."
The mother fished out the certificate, and said,
"I didn't take a copy."
She said, "Take it easy... We have a Xerox
machine here in." and got the birth certificate
from the mother.
Then, the woman said, going to the Xerox machine,
"Is it her first time that she goes to a class?"
"Yes, she is just three years old."
She smiled at the little girl saying, "Well,
you're welcome. By the way, what's your name, little
lady?"
The girl was silent. Her eyes were dumb, like the
black eyes of the rabbit on her band.
"She is shy, a little," the mother said,
"Her name is Sahar."
The teacher took a glance at the certificate. She
paused a moment. She turned the pages to have another
look. She was nervous and perplexed. "Is this
your daughter's certificate?" she asked.
The mother said for sure, "Yes..."
The pale teacher looked in turn to the mother
and her daughter. "But mom, here is written... I
mean a mistake is done surely." She said, "Here,
it is written, three years ago she died... when she
was seven months old."
The mother patted her daughter's black hairs, playing on her hair
rabbit band. Then, looking steely at
the teacher, she said, "Yes... but she draws very
well..."
Then handling her a pencil and white sheet on the
desk, said, "Draw Sahar!" The girl got
the pencil in the very eyes of the teacher and draw on
the sheet. She put down the pencil a moment later. The
mother, a proud smile on her face, brightened and took
the paper of the teacher. It was a picture of a girl,
two dots for her eyes, small lips and nose, with
hair on her forehead and a rabbit brand hair band...
The little girl in the painting smiled proudly... just like
the same smile of the mother.
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