Beautiful Ghost

An Angel In Disguise

The rain had finally stopped. And the streets were starting to get busy.
Yet the poor little girl was still asleep alone in the dumpster.
A woman who was working in the bakeshop nearby took out the trash of her store in a big plastic bag and was headed into the dumpster. She was busy though and had to throw the trash quickly. She threw the trash, but did not notice the little girl that had fallen asleep. She closed the cover and had quickly gone back to her store.
Not long after, the little girl woke up. The first thing she did was arrange the pages of her books- one by one, until she noticed the plastic bag beside her. She was hungry and had to look for something to eat. She opened the bag and rotten smell filled the air. She pinched her nose and dug unto the trash. There were spoiled and molded croissants, but they were not good to eat. She found an unused plastic bag. She decided to use it as her bag to carry her books. As she dug deeper, she found a bread in a good condition. It looked like it had just fallen unto the ground. She swept the sugar off the bread and wiped it clean. Without a doubt, she took a bite of the bread and again and again, in short period of time indicating she was really famished. She satisfied herself and then packed her books into the plastic bag, and went out the stinky dumpster.
She had a long deep breath into the fresh air of London's morning. She carried the bag on her shoulder and went on her way to somewhere she didn't have any idea where. Now her goal is to find a shelter that is not smelly nor filled with rats.
She spent her whole morning wandering the streets. She ended up in a park full of little children like her playing kites and having picnic with their families. She was a little bit jealous for she had never experience such things.
She sat on a bench watching the people enjoying the day beside a tall man with dark eyes, in his mid 30's. She got a book from her plastic bag and began to read a loud. The man beside him was amazed of how fluent she was in reading!

"You are still quiet young to read!" the stranger beside her stated.
She looked at the man and replied, "I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you!"
The man took off his hat showing his dark- colored hair. He then smiled and asked, "You're still four? Five? Yet you know how to read?"
"Yes, and if you're going to ask again who taught me, well no one! So stop bothering me!" she replied feeling irritated.
The man was surprised of how this petite young girl addressed him. He was surprise in a good way because he find it amazing and peculiar. He wanted to know more of the girl and her parents.
"Where is your parents dear?" he asked.
"I just stated "no one" already, didn't I? "No one" taught me so basically I have no parents. Who would not teach their children to read and write? Well may be some but rare, like 1 out of 10. And mister if you're going to ask why I'm here alone, well let answer you, "because I left my foster family" and if you're going to ask why, "well it's none of your business. So can I continue to read now?"

The man was more surprised. He smiled and was speechless. He though found the girl interested. He is a professor of a University and he had not encountered such smart child. He thought that her level of intelligence is surprisingly way advance. 

"Care for a lunch?" he asked.
The little girl did not respond. She looked at the man and closed her book. She then placed it inside her plastic bag and finally spoke, "I had never been in a restaurant before, what is it like?"
The man laughed because of how the little girl reacted. He put on his hat and offered a hand to the girl.
She was happy to take the offer. Finally, she could taste some real good foods. He was indeed a stranger but a very kind stranger though.
So they walked together into the next corner of the street where a restaurant was located.
They sat and had a warm lunch. The man was just smiling while staring at the little girl who quietly devoured all the food that was served on the table. He could see how famished she was.
"What is your name?" the man asked.
"What's that?" she asked curiously before drinking her glass of juice continuously.
He laughed and nodded. "I mean, what do they call you?"