Junior Vocab
The Temple Fair
On the morning of the temple fair, Anya’s grandmother folded a soft red shawl into her hands. “It was my mother’s,” Paati whispered. “Wear it, kanna.”
The shawl smelled of jasmine hair oil and sandalwood soap. Tiny golden threads shone like sunlight. Anya wrapped it around her shoulders and felt important, like the grown-ups.
A Moment of Panic
At the fair, the crowd pushed and laughed. Drums thumped. Suddenly, the shawl slipped from Anya’s shoulder and fell near a muddy puddle.
Anya froze. Someone might step on it. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed through tall legs and swinging shopping bags. “Excuse me!” she said, reaching.
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