Francis smiled as he watched a little girl, about ten years old; her golden rod hair was bouncing against her shoulders as her blue eyes sparkled in the sun. She was so beautiful and so delicate. He didn't notice he was staring at the girl until the mother picked her up and snapped at him, calling him a pervert and a pedophile "Excuse me, Madame" the Frenchman said as the women walked past him "I'm afraid I heard you wrong, you called me a pedophile?"

"Oh no, sir" The women said with a frown as she held her daughter close "You heard me correctly. I should call the police and have you arrested for watching my daughter like that you creep"

Francis shook his head "You misunderstand, Madame" he said softly "Please, let me explain myself"

"You have five minutes" The women muttered, it was obvious that she wanted nothing more than to have him arrested.

"Merci" Francis said bowing his head respectfully "I was watching your daughter, because she reminded me a lot of my son, Mathieu" he paused to let the women absorb the information "See, I lost Mathieu to my wife when she moved to Canada. She won't let me have contact with him or anything"

"How do I know this story is real?" The women said watching him carefully "you might just be making it up"

Francis reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture "Here" he said holding out the photo of him and the small Canadian "That's me and Mathieu, he's eight in that picture"

"He looks a lot like you" The women said handing the picture back "but you still haven't explained why you were watching my daughter"

"you daughter looks a lot like my son, and my mind was just picturing that she was Mathieu" Francis said looking down at the picture "I really meant no harm, I just miss my son" he stopped as he ran a finger over the Canadians face "she left two months ago with him"

"I'm sorry for your loss" the women said, her voice still not lightening up "but please refrain from watching any more little children"

"Je suis desole" Francis said looking back at her before looking at the daughter "I hope I didn't scare you, Mademoiselle"

"Don't talk to my daughter, you creep"

Francis winced again and watched as the women walked away….was it so wrong for him to imagine these little kids as his lost son? "I miss you so much, Mathieu" the Frenchman said sitting back down on the bench again, his gaze returning to the picture of his son "I would do anything to get you back"