Adopted By Team Crafted //tc 1

The Little Girl

~Winta's POV~

One day, Hannah and I decided to visit the park we had gone to the day of the attack.

It seemed like it had been so long since we had been here. And it was true.

There was a thin layer of crisp snow on the ground now, and it was December 15th.

We were bundled up in jackets, and there were only a few more people walking around.

We headed over to the swings we had sat in that very day.

Hannah sat down, rocking the swing back and forth.

The zippers on our vests clanged when we rocked back and forth.

A mother and her little daughter, who was probably no older than five, walked over to the swing beside Hannah. The little girl climbed up on the swing, and her mom pushed her back and forth.

The whole time, the girl stared at Hannah.

I could tell Hannah noticed, because she just looked at her UGGs the whole time.

"We can leave if you want," I whispered to Hannah.

"No, she whispered. "I have to get used to it."

And Hannah sat on the swing, rocking and looking down at the ground. And the girl sat staring at Hannah. And her mom stood there, doing nothing to stop her daughter. And I sat there swinging, telling Hannah we could leave if she wanted to. And Hannah stood her ground, refusing to leave.

I'd had enough of Hannah sitting there miserably. I got up off my swing, and walked over to the lady pushing her daughter.

"Excuse me, m'am, but your daughter has been watching my friend here for a while now, and it makes her feel uncomfortable. Could you please ask her not to?" I asked as politely as I could.

The lady looked blankly at me. Then she looked at her daughter.

"I'm so sorry. It's just that we saw your friend on the news a while back, and my daughter won't stop talking about how cool she is. She must just be shocked at finally meeting her in person," the woman explained.

Hannah got up off her swing and walked to a bench. She sat down, and I followed her. She had her head in her hand, and she was crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

I told her what the woman had told me, and Hannah wiped away her tears.

"That's not why I'm crying," Hannah told me.

"Then why are you?" I asked.

Hannah looked me in the eyes.

"The little girl was missing a leg," she said.

That stunned me.

A little girl was inspired by a girl just like her.

And we didn't notice the girl's differences.

I guess that proves how amazing some people can be.

They can be inspired by someone just like them, and not even worry about what they look like.