She was an exceptionally quiet child. Barely talked, barely played with other girls her age, and I don’t think I ever heard her laugh once– we tried all sorts to coax her out of her shell but nothing seemed to work.
Then it happened completely out of the blue; Guy Fawkes night, the whole family in the back yard lighting sparklers as the last embers of a catherine wheel fizzled and died out in the damp grass. I handed one to her, and watched as her face split into a wide grin, a wild, whooping laugh bubbling past her lips.
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