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“Let’s go get your clothes changed.” Kalima’s mother said considerately as she reached for her hand, and led her to the room that they had just come from.
Her mommy pulled a white dress with pink flowers that seemed to dance around the puffy short sleeves and bodice on it, on her. She placed a pink bow in her hair and a red ribbon around her waist, white stockings and red shoes on her feet.
“I am almost done. Hold still it is a little chilly above deck sweetie,” Kalima’s mommy lovingly commanded.
“Mommy can I go up on deck now,” Kalima asked her mother.
As Kalima’s mother finished dressing her she spoke, “Okay, but make sure that you stay away from the edge of the ship. Your father and I would not want you falling overboard.”