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pitter patter, quickly followed by a soft thump.

it isn't the friendly sound that snapped me out of my train of thoughts but the heart wrenching cry that followed.

Submitted: June 04, 2017

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Pitter patter, quickly followed by a soft thump

It isn't the friendly sound that snapped me out of my train of thoughts but the heart wrenching cry that followed. Just a couple of feet away a little girl tripped and fell to her knees on the gravel path I was walking, her summery dress flailing in the wind and her blond pigtails covering her face filled with agony. As what every person in their right mind would do I rushed forward to help the little angel. My steps rhythmic on the sound of leaves rustling in the wind sounding like music to my ears and creating some peace in this hectic moment. The sun is hot and will burn your skin on this summer afternoon with a lot of people seeking salvation in the shade under the trees. I kneeled down in front of her, seeing a flash of red before my eyes and feeling shot of pain going through my body but I decided to ignore it and focused on the girl instead. The path was crowded but seemingly I was the only person that came to help. I lifted her up accompanied by another flash of pain and a demonic giggle in the back of my head but I shrug it off once again and I sat her down at the base of a mighty tree growing on the side of the road, leaning her back against the big trunk. She stopped crying by now and I wiped her tear stained cheeks clean after her hands. She has a nasty cut on her knee, "We'll get you a plaster" I smile to her. "Where's your mummy?" I asked. She pointed to a beautiful middle aged woman walking quite a distance away, probably not realizing her angel of a daughter ran off. 
"I'll get your mummy for you, you just stay here, promise?" I hooked my pinky with the adorable little finger of hers and ran off to catch up with her mother. A stinging sensation spreads from my feet to my knees to the rest of my body, but "just ignore it for one more second!" 
Sometimes one second is to much.

The pitter patter sound my feet make on the hard gravel park path is soon followed by a soft thump. A cry of agony escapes my lips. 
And I realized...

Maybe I'm not who you think I am.


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