New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 172- Sara

The plane glided smoothly through the clouds.

I stole a glance out my window.

Below, the tall, sickly buildings of New York faded from view.

I felt a gaze find me.

A little girl, no older than twelve, was sitting in the seat next to me, smiling.

She bounced anxiously in her seat.

"Hi there."

I smiled.

She shyly played with her dark hair.

"H-Hi."

She looked down the aisle at who I assumed was her mom.

"What's your name?"

She looked back at me.

I noticed something in her eyes.

They were dark and glossy, but full of passion.

She seemed broken, but not destroyed.

What could possibly do this to a little girl?

"My name is Sara."

I smiled.

"Hi Sara."

She reached into a tiny black backpack for something.

"Can you sign this?"

She nervously asked me.

I smiled and took the tiny book she handed me.

It was a bible.

Why would she want me to sign her bible?

"Where's your mom, Sara?"

I asked her.

She pointed at the ceiling.

I cocked my head.

"What do you mean?"

I asked, knowing exactly what she meant.

"My mommy died a few months ago."

My stomach tightened.

"She got sick."

I laughed forcefully.

That wasn't funny.

Why did you laugh?

"Mine too."

I forced out, taking a pen from under my seat.

I scribbled a message on the inside page of her Bible.

She smiled as I handed it back to her.

I watched as she skipped off to her seat.

Good mood diminished.