Jasmine Yale enjoyed lying on the sand pit of the small indoor playground watching the children play.
She stood there watching, not feeling tired at all.
Several children of different races were having a great time, chatting fluently in English.
"My Bally, my green Bally, where did it go?" A little girl, about two or three years old, sat in the sand, looking around with big watery eyes.
She scratched her head, searching everywhere.
Jasmine Yale saw her little ball, but she couldn't reach it, nor could she bend down, so she called Sylvan Cheney over: "President, could you pick it up and toss it to that little girl?"
Sylvan Cheney strode over and effortlessly picked up the ball from the ground.
He glanced at the blonde, blue-eyed little girl who looked like a Barbie doll and smiled, "Is this your ball?"
"Yes, Uncle! Yes, Uncle!"
The little girl happily bounced in the sand pit, moving closer to Sylvan Cheney, with two small dimples at the corners of her mouth.
