Nuwwar is sitting on the sand. Her red car is in her hands.
Layla reaches out her hand. Nuwwar pulls the car behind her: "Lay!"
Layla walks away. Two tears on her cheek.
The car is in the mud. The swing: creak… creak.
Nuwwar wipes the mud off with her fingers. She holds out the dirty car.
Nuwwar holds out the car: "Will you play with me?"
Layla smiles. Two little drops fall on the car.
Two laughs! The car zooms across the garden grass.





