Seeing the tears in the little girl's eyes, I panicked. I raised my hand towards her face, wanting to wipe away her tears but when my gaze fell upon my dirty fingers, I hesitated and withdrew my hand.
How could I touch her with my dirty hands?
"You... don't cry," I whispered. "I... I don't hurt!"
"You are hurt," the little girl yelled, staring at me through tear-filled eyes. "Come, I will take you to my sister. She will heal you."
I opened my mouth to stop her but the words didn't come out. I let her pull me up, and drag me towards her home. My eyes remained fixed on our intertwined hands as I continued to walk behind her, not knowing where I was going.
I didn't care because all I knew was I was going with my angel.
