My village has goats.

It is far from big cities.

Mother said, "Zainab, we have a present for your sixth birthday."

Mother, aunt and I waited for the bus.

I sat on mother’s lap.

I slept the whole way.

We reached the market.

I saw a beautiful blue helicopter.

One stall had fruits.

I asked mother, “Which ones are these?”

Mother said, “These are apples.”

I begged, “Please, buy me one.”

I forgot my mother’s hand.

I thought only of my apple.

When I finished eating, I was alone.

I started to cry.

A woman took me where there were other children.

I thought children were sold at the market.

I cried more.

A man asked, "Where is Zainab?"

I hid away from him.

My mother's familiar voice called, "Zainab!"

I was very happy.

My aunt pulled out a beautiful helicopter.

"It's yours!" she said.