Claire enters the kitchen. She is looking for her little daughter. She is only two years old. She cannot see her. She can see a chair in front of a kitchen drawer. Only her daughter could put it there. Probably, she wanted something from the cupboards. She always does that. Claire takes a cup and opens the tap. She freezes. Her daughter is standing in front of her. She is holding the window but from the outside. She is standing on the window-sill. There is a glass between them. Blood freezes in Claire. She doesn’t want to panic. If she scares the little girl she might step back and fall five floors. Claire doesn’t know what to do. She cannot just jump to the window. The sink separates them.
“Honey?” Claire says quietly. The girl stops moving. She waves her right hand at her. With her left hand she is holding the window frame.
“Please, hold the window. I am coming for you,” Claire says and climbs up the sink. The sink is crackling under her weight. ‘Please, don’t break. Not now,’ she thinks and climbs up to the open part of the window. With her left hand she grabs the window frame her daughter is holding. She puts out her right hand and grabs her daughters left arm.
“I got you.”
Her daughter steps backwards. If Claire was not holding her she would be falling. Luckily, she is holding her tight. Maybe too tight as her daughter starts crying.
“I rather you cry than me.”
She lifts her daughter by the arm and pulls her into the kitchen. Just then, her husband comes in. Claire is sitting in the kitchen sink with their daughter in her lap.
“What are you two doing there?”
“Well, as a matter of fact, I have just saved our daughter’s life,” Claire says and points at the open window.
Originally posted 2020-06-06 17:54:00.