"Why does the sky cry?" said a little girl as she held onto her mother's hand in the pouring rain.
"Because it reflects people emotions." The mother said, figuring that her little one was far too young to understand the truths about the ecosystem.
"Then the next time I see someone sad, I'll make them smile and it will stop raining!" The little six year old smiled innocently, oblivious to the reality of the world.
Someday she would find out what the real world is like. I can promise you that. But only if she knew then. Only if she knew that she would be one of those sad people. She found herself  a way to escape and took it. She was successful with committing suicide. Only thirteen years old and dead. 
She had no future. For I was the one who carried her fragile soul to heaven, where she belonged.
In the end she finally found her peace.