Ad Hoc Fiction

It's A Small World After All
They say the world is getting smaller.
To my daughter, it is massive. 
I bought her a globe and she can sit for hours, spinning the planet on its axis as she slides her fingers across cities, countries and continents. 
She skips vast oceans with a single leap of her digits and asks which country it is she has landed on.
There is no hot or cold. 
There are no borders or prejudices.
There is no terrorism or fear.
There are colours and names of exotic places and a fascination in her eyes as she sees it all with a simple turn of her palm.
She is an omnipotent observer with a future of dreams, the world literally in her hands.
The world is the same size that it’s always been and always will be.
But to my daughter, it sits on her desk and is as vast as infinity.