The girl looks up when I walk by with the wonder only a kid can see. She doesn’t even smile. It is just a gape, a mouth half-open at the big giant lanky man walking sadly by her. I know once I turn round the corner I will be forgotten. She will find a dog or an elderly woman to look at. I can’t forget her though. I can’t forget her innocence and how it resembled you when you cried last night. A memory of you, becomes a memory of her. You became a crying lost little girl. Its breaks my heart now, more than ever.