She looks at her favourite book.
516 pearly white pages,
words printed in opaque black,
colors of the pictures radiant as
the smile looking at them brings upon her face.

She’s read it about 730 times now.
Once everyday.
Today, she turns 16.

She looks at her favourite book.
516 pale yellow semi torn pages,
faded writings amidst the black printed words,
translucent plastic sheets pasted over
the now discolored pictures.

She’s read it about 25915 times now.
Once everyday.
Today, she turns 85.

Her face, still beaming from her simple happiness.