“Amber … please step away from the window. There’s nothing interesting to see.”
“Huh, nothing to see?”
Amber gave a rueful smile and tore her eyes away from the grassy fields and towards her cross aunt. She replayed the beautiful trees swaying in the wind and the sunlight that danced off the clear blue water, which in her mind were bordering long weedy reeds. All this beauty was ruined by the white border of the window, and now her aunt. Constricting and trapping the freedom and splendour.