THE GIRL WITH A PEARL EARRING

The Girl with a Pearl Earring

The rain poured outside; I stood by the window watching, as small drops of water slowly trickle on the windowsill, and gently fell on the ground only to be dissolved away with the rest of the rain. I followed my mother since morning thinking of a way to make my sly plan work. The perfect opportunity came when my mother was dressing her hair. I knew I had to flatter my mother for the plan to work. ‘Mama your tortoiseshell combs would look beautiful with this gown’ I said with honey-dipped lips. She stopped brushing her hair looked at me through the mirror and smiled ‘You are right darling’ she said getting up. My heart started jumping around like a wild horse as she reached her cupboard in the great hall. I stood their trying really hard not to smile as to give away any clues, as my mother frantically searched the cupboard, in her frustration she threw her yellow mantel on the chair. All the while...