Her mother begged her ...
She even chased after her with the brush in her hand ...
"Please, Alexis," she cried. "Let me brush your hair."
The small girl ran out of the house;
Her hands in the air and a smile on her face.
She stomped across the porch and emerged from the shadows.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes ...
"I don't have time now, Mama ..." she pleaded.
"I'm going outside to ...
See the sun."
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