What a strange little girl, the waitress thought when she extended her hand to her. Was I ever that strange when I was young? Alas, she could not answer. Dwelling on such subjects meant nothing to her, so pushing them out of her mind, she replied to the young girl’s query. “My name is Mioska, why do you ask?” She replied.

“Well…” she started. “My older sister went outside to check on her bike because she thinks someone tried to steal it, so she won’t be back for a while, so I wanted to know your name so we wouldn’t be strangers so we can talk until she comes back.” The disturbed woman found herself slightly awed by the speed at which the young girl spoke, as though the words came out of her mouth like water from the tap. Shaking her head to clear out the thoughts, she turned her attention back to the girl.

“I think I just barely understood what you just said,” Mioska replied. “Next time, maybe you can speak a little slower?”

“Okay,” Sophia said; smiling at the waitress before a look of awe came across her face. “You have purple hair!” She exclaimed. “Why is it purple? Please, tell me!” Watering her eyes and scrunching up her face in an impression of a puppy, the woman could not help but answer her, although it was more to make her stop then anything else.

“I dyed it,” she stated despite not being able to remember.

“Oh,” Sophia replied in understanding. “How did you do it?”

“Um…” Mioska mumbled under her breath. “I did it when I was very young, so I forget how I did it exactly.” What was this, and interrogation? It sure felt like it to her. People where just supposed to tell her what they wanted to eat, and thank her when she delivered the food to them. Nothing in the job description mentioned babysitting.

About a minute of silence passed as they waited for the older sibling to return. However, when that minute expired, the little girl began talking in an incoherent jumble of words, phrases, and sounds that only she seemed to understand. Mioska humored her at this point, nodding her head and thanking the forces that be she did not pose a question.

Grabbing one of the chairs at their table, the woman continued her charade while resting her feet. Meanwhile, the various utensils on the table’s surface looked between the two, unable to continue with their various activities over the motor-mouth child. Shrugging at them, thankful the girl didn’t really notice her mind began to wonder on various objects in the room, namely her tattered, old shoes. When will her sister be back? Mioska thought in impatience.

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