The park was impressive, a grassy site with many trees as well as play equipment. It was rather empty, other than a mom on a phone, along with a little girl. I began to draw a drawing of her, and when I came to her smile, I realized it was exaggerated. It was just that gut feeling that told me it was fake. So I wandered up to her in the sandbox, and began to make a sandcastle right next to hers. She gazed up at me, then back to my sandcastle. With that she dismantled it, along with hers, and looked up at my with her baby blue eyes, partially veiled by her long jet black hair.
"Why did you smash the sandcastles?" I questioned, curious to see her point of view. I wished to take that frown off her innocent face.
"Because it was going to burn down, be damaged, go away at one point, like any other building on this place." She said. I widened my eyes in shock, she was so glum for such a small girl.
"Everything is all pretty looking here, isn't it?" She asked, it seemed like an innocent question to me. I brushed my brown hair away from my eyes, around the same color brown as my hair.
"It sure is, the birds, the wild flowers, all of it is pretty!" I remarked, trying to cheer her up with something as simple as the tone of my voice.
"One day it wont be here, the sun will burst one day, pollution will get worse." She stopped, like she did not want to go on. This little girl seemed to understand something.
"How do you know this?" I asked, trying to keep my lip from quivering. This small child was beginning to panic me. Today was an interesting day.
"My teacher made us do a project on someone special to us. I chose the homeless, the poor, the hungry. I even went to visit some, they told me a lot that I did not know about life" She said, sulking at the memory. "Really, we have a mad world. The rich people, people like us with money, have a house. They have food, clothes, a happy life. We watch funny television shows, we forget about the woefulness."
"What woefulness?" I asked, clueless to what this girl was getting at. Clearly, the homeless must of been telling her stories.
"The government makes all this whim technology. They do not fund a lot of money for the homeless. Miss, people die everyday. The government does not care. They do not go out and help. They are mean people." She said calmly. I took in every word she said to me. Birds stopped chirping, they seemed to listen. She told me stories of the homeless, things that people do. I never noticed the sun setting.
"Marcy, time to go!" She shouted at her daughter, not realizing the knowledge of the little girl. The little girl looked at her mom, then back at me.
"Miss, I have to tell you something!" Marcy shouted, frantic, like she wanted to say goodbye but did not have enough time. She walked up to me, and hugged me tight, her final goodbye. I think I was going to miss this little girl.
"We have such a mad world!" Marcy shouted, running towards her clueless mother.
She changed me, that little girl with blue eyes. So I guess its true, we have a mad world behind the good. I walked off, brushing sand off my shorts. As I neared the exit gates, I let those words fly out of my mouth. "We have such a mad world!"
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