Munia curled up her little toes as she stepped out on the hot sand. It was 10 in the morning and the sun was shining brightly. The azure blue sea, rushing up to meet the shore and crashing onto the rocks baring its white teeth in a foamy laughter, had beckoned her as she had stood watching it from her balcony. It was a beautiful day and Munia was ready to build the perfect sand castle. Her little fingers curled around the knot tying her netted bag that held all…
