The picture window in my aunt’s house is low, but still not low enough for Namine to look out without being picked up. But as Namine was playing on the floor, she glanced out the window. Of course she could see out; it’s large enough, but she could never see straight out. She always had to look up. But not this time; this time she realized that she might be able to look straight out.
So she crawled to the window and, using the window sill and a nearby box, stood up. And there she stood, looking out at the yard.
That is a precious picture.