The food court was filled with so many people, I had to slide my way through everyone, bumping into them. I reached over to Burger King and bought myself a meal, then went to go find a seat. There were so many kids walking by looking at me with wide eyes, one little kid ran over to me, "Do you work for Santa?" Her eyes were bright, she really believed. "Sure do." I replied back, cheerfully. The little girl started squealing with excitement. "Mommy, mommy," the little girl starts tugging on her mother's arm. "She works for Santa. She's one of the elves." The mother looked down at her daughter smiling, "Yeah she does." The little girl looked back over at me, and whispered in my ear, "Can you tell Santa I want my daddy to come home for Christmas." She pulled back and I looked her in the eyes, I could tell she was about to cry. Just by looking at her, I knew I was about to cry as well. I looked back at the mother, she obviously knew what her daughter asked for, I didn't know what to say.