It was a crisp fall دن in the city of Melbourne, and a 2 yr old girl was perched on a red wooden سٹول in front of the huge glass window. Watching the bustling city, cars and stinky drivers, hotels filled with taxi cars and malls bursting with a large amount of shoppers. She wasn't so far up in the apartment, hardly on the سیکنڈ floor so she was able to see most things, her hands greedily moving up the window, wishing to go outside.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black وین gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers shop
and an elegant lady dressed in green popped out and went inside.
The little girl who was watching had a little odd feeling, her دل racing she pressed the button on the side of the binoculars, the lenses going stronger.
The lady in green was talking to a man on the counter, smiling and giving a motion of writing something down into a piece of paper.
At the corner of the little girls eyes she saw a man dressed in all black carrying a small bag. It looked like it had something in it. He went inside the black وین and had his hand pressed to something at the side of his head.
Suddenly a big alarm went off. Red alert.
Big cries came out, and the little girl saw the green lady slipping into the van, she had a big smirk on her face. Since the window was down, the little girl saw money changing hands.
The little girl cried out and her mom immediately came to her side.
She bought out her mini chalkboard and drew a van. The mom smiled and put it aside. The girl pointed out again and spelled out the vans licence plate number with her alphabet blocks.
The mom tidied them away and put on her کوٹ and misunderstanding, thought her daughter wanted a walk.
The mother and child left the apartment and strolled outside.
News came out quickly, rushing shoppers telling everyone what happened and the owner of the jewellers hung his head down with sadness.
The newly designed ہار which came from all the sway from Fremantle Western Australia, made with newly finished opals and pearls was stolen.
The little girl thinking about the robbery cried, her nails digging in the inside of her palm.
It was than on that same دن that the little girl resolved to dispense the toddler talk and brush up on her language skills.
مزید importantly she set out her sights into becoming a detective.
Her name was Dana Kylie Gracias.