Homeless I walk to see a small child sitting in a box with a damp blanket rapped around her. She looked up at me and started to cry. What's wrong? I whispered. "My mommy." She sniffed. "She told me she would be back when the big hand was on the 8! And she never came back!" So I gave the little girl who was clearly not in kindergarten yet because she didn't even know how to tell time. My jacket and a granola bar. "She left thwee days ago she studdered. And thank you." I smiled and walked and walked away. I felt warm but freezing! The next day I came back and the girl wasn't there! And scraped in the concrete with a rock was very hard to make out. But I think it said, "Thank you for the jacket and the food nicey! Now since you've gave me hope I'm going back home to see if my mommy's there!" Of course she didn't spell anything right but I just sat and cried on the spot.