1. 1942
The planes buzzed loudly overhead, forming white streaks across the sky as they tore its blue perfection. Phyu Phyu looked up curiously at the sky’s disruption; its pain. Within seconds, the sky was healed, and the wind chanted a sweet sigh of relief. She felt the warm, almost fluttering, breeze blow gently against her golden-brown skin; her old, torn T-shirt falling lightly about her small undernourished body.
“Meh-meh , bai saa de,” she whined sweetly, “ye or nwano o thow chin de, shin.”
“Meh-meh, I’m hungry, I want to drink water or milk, please.”
The familiar, fiery aroma of boiling mohinga wafted lightly through the door behind her mother. It was a spicy scent, delicious and fishy, reminiscent of past gatherings. At these, traditional Burmese song and dance would festively parade the throng of numerous happy, laughing faces. Here, the people would come together to forget the troubles plaguing them; forge strong, lasting friendships; find their one solace.
“The mohinga is almost ready, Phyu Phyu. I’ll read you a story from the Payaa saaou’ while we wait for it to cook, okay?”
Phyu Phyu nodded, a hint of a smile flattering her small, dry lips.

The first is something that you need to decide for yourself as the storyteller. Do you need this character to have thoughts that will seem so unrealistic? If so, then you simply need to find ways to make it seem believable, and that's that. But the second is definitely a matter of technical ability. Immersing the reader in a POV (whether or not it is a standard or common one) isn't a matter of artistic choice (though which POV to use is), you should be doing it.