"Oh, no? Doesn't she has a family even if its just one?" she asked herself. Freislor tried to follow where the little girl had gone. At first, the girl just walked into a busy street. Several times Freislor heard the girl calling for her mother. It made her sad.
"I think, I have to do it now," she thought. Freislor stopped time with her thoughts. Now, no one was moving apart. It just her and the little girl who was carrying the newspaper can moved. Freislor got off her bike and tried to grab her hand.
"Wait," said Freislor in a low voice. The girl she was holding suddenly stopped. She turned around. Now, they are face to face. Freislor could clearly see the flat look on her face.
"What's wrong? Who are you?" asked the girl with a straight face.
"What are you doing here?"
"I just want to be with you, what are you looking for here?" asked Freislor while looking in all directions. The girl lowered her head. Then, she gave a newspaper to Freislor.
