Lotta

I went to Bryant Park the other day, and I saw an incredibly adorable girl running around in the park. This girl was a little chubby and tomboyish, wearing a pink tutu. She was restlessly running and running faster than her dad. I could not stop observing her. She reminded me of a children book called " Lotta," by Astrid Lindgren. It was one of my favorite books, when I was little. Lotta was not quite and always sort of grumpy and difficult to fit herself into the grown-nap world, which made me feel close to her. I still love this type of children and even grown-naps. I was, in a way, like Lotta...even now. A few days ago, I received a letter from a friend of mine, Ovorkki, from Finland. When I first met her in NY, she also reminded me of Lotta. I knew that we were going to be close to each other. She also knew and loved Lotta. Last month, she left NY for Finland where her family was originally from. In the park, the little girl evoked memories of my childhood ness and memories with Ovorkki.