A small 9-year-old girl was walking down the sidewalk of her hometown. Tears were rolling down the Latina's face. The salty tears invaded her taste buds as they rolled into her mouth. Finally everything got to be too much, her vision faded from the many tears and she collapsed to the ground crying-or -sobbing into her hands.

A family of three was walking down that same sidewalk enjoying the beautiful scenery. They walked past a girl sitting on the curb. The adults failed to hear the sobbing coming from the girl, however their daughter, fortunately, did. "Mom, Dad, I'll be right back," said the girl. Before the parents could say anything their daughter was already walking away. The brunette quickly made her way back over to the sobbing Latina. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked bending down next to the girl. The sobbing ceased as the girl calmed down and looked up.

The brunette was taken aback as her chocolate eyes met another set of chocolate eyes. The Latina was stunned at first when she heard the voice of another girl, a stranger at that, ask her what was wrong. She looked at the girl and guessed that she was probably around her own age. "Yeah," she stated, while wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Obviously something is wrong. You were sobbing just a minute ago," the brunette insisted. Newly formed tears found their way rolling down the Latina's red cheeks again. "I'm sorry, please don't cry. Please," she begged. And for a second time the brunette stopped crying.

She smiled at the girl. The complete stranger, who seemed to care enough to see what was wrong, slowly, she took a deep breath and spoke. "M-my mom…she j-just died. She was k-killed b-by a drunk d-driver last n-night," the Latina stuttered. Once again tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes.

"Oh, I am so sorry." The brunette embraced the other girl in a hug.

"Mickie, time to go honey," said a female voice.

"I'm sorry I have to go now," Mickie said as she broke the hug.

"Will I ever see you again?" asked the Latina.

"I don't know I live in Virginia, me and my parents are going back there tomorrow." Mickie said.

"Oh," was all the Latina could muster.

"Mickie," said the voice. "Ok I really have to go now." Mickie hugged the Latina once more and set off in the direction the voice came from.

"Mickie," the Latina breathed.