Before me I see 15 girls, each one a little taller than the one to her right. Each a year older than the one before. Golden hair, they all have, except for the youngest. They are looking around, chatting with their neighbor. They don’t know that I am there I walk to the start of the line. Before me is a baby. She has dark hair covering her head. Her face is rosy and her fists are clenched. Her left ear is smaller than the right. I bend down and take her in my arms. “Sleep well, little one,for you will see amazing things one day.” I gently set her down and move up the line. The one-year old wobbles in front of me. She smiles widely, and giggles. Her curly hair shines in the sunlight. Her eyes are open to the world around her. I pick her up and bounce her on my hip. “Don’t lose sight of the beauty you see little one” I set her down and smile as I move on. The two year old is grinning. Her face is round and rosy. Straight blond bangs run across her forehead. Her eyes are sparkling; She knows she’s special. I kneel, with my hands on her shoulders. “Little one, never stop singing, your song is beautiful.” She beams as I rise up to the next. On and on I go. Every little girl so different. But they’re all the same. Same golden hair. Same blue eyes. Each year a little wiser. 3. “Dance to the rhythm of the rain, little one” 4. “You could never be more beautiful, little one.” 5. “Flowers can only grow, little one, if there is rain.” 6. “Little one, don’t ever let yourself stop laughing.” I am not sure what I am going to say the seven-year-old. Her hair is longer, shoulder length. She still has bangs. Her teeth are crooked, but she still smiles wide. I look down as she glances up. “Always remember to put others before you, little one” The next few girls are going to be hard. 8. “People are going to hurt you, little one, but never let them crush you” 9. “Everything happens for a reason little one.” I pause before moving on the the 10-year old. Then I know what to say. “Change is beautiful, little one, as long as you make it your own” 11. “Little one, there is a time to laugh and a time to cry. Distinguish the two and you will be wise. The twelve-year old is going to be the hardest. She’s only an inch shorter than I. Bangs pulled to the left side. Golden hair pulled back and bouncing. Those blue eyes sparkle with life. She has no idea......... I gulp before saying “Never base your faith upon your sight, little one” 13. “Little one, don’t lose sight of what is truly important. Then I am standing face-to-face with the fourteen-year old. Looking at her is like looking into a mirror. She is confused a bit, but happy. So, so happy. I’m smiling. “Alas, I cannot call you little anymore. And I am sorry that I can not offer you worthy advice. But remember to take it one day at a time.” She tilts her head and laughs and so do I. This we both know. Finally the girls come out of their line and we spend the time singing, laughing, dancing. Then I have to go. But before I do I say, “Remember what I have told you, dear ones. It will come in handy later on.” And then I leave, seeking worthy advice for the fourteen year old. But when I come back next year, I will not have advice for the new girl. The fifteen-year old.