Lonely sitting in the street there was a little girl, only about five years old, but with eyes which have witnessed the ugliness of this world already far too much. In no way anyone would have suspected her to have such an old soul, as we say, but sadly this is the truth. Her inner being was much more like the one of a ninety-year-old, in the way that she already knew that all people must die, and no happiness can last forever but she knew as well that no inner or outer wound lasts eternally, which could be counted as a good thing to know. One might wonder why such a beautiful little girl was already so disillusioned about life, but let me explain a little more about her surroundings.

The street she would sit in was dirty and wet, her clothing seemed old and didn't fit her properly, as if she was wearing stuff from an older sibling, her hair was wet and knotty, and her feet were bare. All in all, she nearly blended into the alley as if she tried intentionally to make herself invisible for any passer-by. In her eyes one could see her suffering and resignation, her whole appearance seemed sunken in and beaten up. She never raised her head, but if she had, one could have seen her beautiful features which couldn't be marred up neither by all the dirt in her face nor by her numbed facial expression.

This day when I passed by her, it was cloudy, and the sky seemed heavy, too heavy even to hold all the water which it contained any longer. This thought had just crossed my mind when it started drizzling and I twined my arms tighter around my waist since I hadn't taken a raincoat or anything similar with me. I was about to speed up my walk when I saw her. Instead of hasting I slowed down and eventually stopped right by her side. She didn't move at all, as if she hadn't realised someone had stopped next to her. I rested for about have a minute, still, there was no change in her and I started to feel slightly concerned if she was okay. I had never seen such a young girl sitting still and stiff for this length of time, especially not when there was nothing she could've been concentrating on. This really started to creep me out but still I decided to kneel down and approached her with a really much concerned voice: "Hey sweetie, where are your parents? Are you lost?" There was no change in her and I started to wonder whether she was deaf or paralyzed in some way and so I hesitantly moved my hand to the direction of her chin, I had to assume where it might be since her hair covered up pretty much her whole face. When I reached it, I gently nudged her chin up so that she would finally reveal her face, so I could see if there was any movement in her expression or anything else when I talked to her. "Are you okay?", again, no reaction, not a single blink of an eye not one sign that she was even alive. I got really scared and carefully removed my hand from her chin, stood up in a shaky way and turned away. As soon as I had turned around I started to walk faster, and faster and even faster until I started running, I had no idea why I was running or where to run to, but I couldn't help it. Soon I was out of sight, still running but not any less scared, if I it hadn't been for that I was running, I would have been shaking.

The little girl finally showed a sign of life but not too much, just a tiny uplift of her lips, one might consider it to be a smile. She did see, hear and feel the stranger who had tried to interact with her, she was just not capable of interacting with humans. Too many of those had hurt her soul and body, which is why she chose to stop any interaction with them. Only animals could find a way into her heart: birds, dogs and cats who lived in the streets of her tiny world. She couldn't really talk properly since she had been living on the streets ever since she was a toddler but whenever an animal passed her, she babbled in a way that one might find to be joyful and content.