In front of them, their daughter on a swing. Alone. She too was silently staring at the green grass before her.
Such pretty weather. Such a sad sight.
By the way, at this point, I strongly dislike you too much. So can you please stop?
Looking at the girls in my class today, I wondered if they look at each other with appreciation and fondness or pure malice. And now I wonder about the expression on my face when I look at my own friends. Fantastic.