Writing prompt from https://bikurgurl.com/2019/07/17/100-word-wednesday-week-129/
The sun beat down on her little head as she grabbed nervously at her mother’s hand. The noise of children playing, running and shouting filled her excited ears, but still she hesitated, kicking the dry grass with her light-up sneakers. She turned two deep eyes up towards her mother’s face, her form a shadow against the bright day. Her mother bent towards her; her bowing head coming into slow focus. A steady smile met a rapid heart. Her mom smiled, so she smiled. Their two hands slid apart and she strode towards the playground, rays glowing in her soft hair.