Mending Hearts With A Contract

As I turn to go back, I hear a faint sound of a twig being broken. I turn to the broken furniture again and bend on my knees, trying to look under the tables. There I come in direct contact with two fearful, utterly beautiful and innocent pair of black eyes. At that moment I am just blown away with the way they are looking at me. Their intensity is overwhelming. Those eyes belong to a small girl who is hiding under the tables from God knows what. They look afraid and frightened as I first look at them. But as the girl looks at me really intensely, her fear seems to radiate away and her lips twitch into a brief relieved smile. I can't help but smile at her, completely mesmerised by her wonderful eyes and cute face. Her tear stained cheeks look so chubby and soft. I move closer towards her to offer my hand for her to get out from there. But she unusually smiles at me as if she knows me. As I forward my hand, she hesitates a little.
"Mommy?" she speaks in her baby voice, so soft like a melody.