This would be the first time for Millie:
Going to India, visiting family.
She was a precocious child, twelve years old
Eyes like sapphires, hair like gold
Spoilt rotten, with makeup and iPhone,
And walk-in closets, and a lavish home
Bratty little Millie always got what she wanted
Her wealth was something she’d always flaunted
Her mother came to her one day
Beaming she said, “Your cousin is getting married this Friday!”
And Millie’s face fell and she started to pout
Summer had started and she didn’t want to miss out
“But I’ve got camp, Mum, I can’t skip!”
Her mother reassured her that India was worth the trip
Finally, oh finally did Millie agree
And Wednesday afternoon, they landed in Delhi.
The heat was too much for poor Millie
She started screaming, “WHAT HAPPENED TO THE AC?”
Nothing seemed to be calming Millie down
Her mother was worried and started to frown
The tension in the Porsche started building up
Then, to add fuel to the fire, the traffic froze up.
Millie thought she would have a tantrum for sure
And then they all heard a soft tapping on the window.
A little girl, about Millie’s age, selling flowers for money
She had a ragged dress on, her nose seemed runny
And yet she seemed so at peace and she seemed so happy
Clean heart, despite the exterior that looked shaggy
Millie’s eyes widened, and she suddenly realized a lot
The little girl’s flowers? They bought the whole stock.