So I met a child today. I met her by the well, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was waiting for her, patiently I might add, to hand over the drawer she was gradually getting attached to. Sooner than I expected, she dropped it and headed for her chores, which I guess she needed the water for. Now soaked in my own thoughts, I started to draw water. Of course this was not my first drawing, or drawing with that bucket. I had unconsciously devised a method to draw water quicker, and I had a fair idea of the number of times it would require to fill that bucket and possibly any other bucket I had used before. But I was a little distracted. I had to rinse the bucket, which I was sure would only mess up my count. As I pulled what I was sure would be the last, I pulled a rosary with the drawer. Flashes of the superstitious played on in my mind, until the rosary was tightly clutched in my hand, and my fear literally kicked aside. I loo...