Pedo Romp/5yo old playhouse

She would be a pretty girl if her eyes weren't red from rubbing and tears and snot weren't spoiling her face. Her tight black curls are cut short and she's wearing a blue dress over a white shirt. You sit down beside her.

"Hello, what's your name," you ask.

She sniffs and wipes her nose with a soggy tissue. "Aisha," she says, blinking the tears from her brown eyes.

"Where's your Mommy?"

Another sniff. "She said she'd be back in a minute and that was ages ago."

"Do you like hot chocolate?" She nods. You put a hand out for her to hold. "There's some out back." She puts her small hand in yours and allows you to lead her into the stock-cum-restroom. You put the kettle on and spoon some chocolate into a mug. "You can stay here and wait for mummy," you say.