This little girl represents so much more then her surroundings. If you look beyond the broken down carasoul, the disappointed face, and the obviously run down streets she has been left to sit near you have a little girl that is still sitting there, hoping, waiting. We all find ourselves in this position at one time or another. Either lost, alone, or feeling we are beyond help. No one is coming, no one wants us, no one loves us enough to help. Through the darkest of nights though we have the chance to light up our skies with hope.
Remember when we were children, we were told so many fantasy stories to believe, that even though we couldn’t see it that it didn’t mean it wasn’t real, it must be magic. When we go to church or study our own religion, which ever that is, we are told that even though we can not see it we should have faith and believe anyway, and HOPE that God, or our spiritual guide will lead us in the right direction.
Why does all of that same logic seem to disaappear once something in our life shifts? When catastrophe strikes we forget everything we were taught and held onto as a child. Yes, we may have found out Santa Clause wasn’t real, or have noticed over half of our prayers werent answered but in the end we find that it was stiill the love of our parents that made sure we still believed, they gave us that hope, and generally we find out those prayers werent answered for a reason.
I have seen hope do some amazing things before. Like a baby that wasn’t supposed to live but once held by its mother breathed for the first time. I have seen homeless people climb out of the rambles and get themselves a job and a home and reunite with their family. I have seen countires pull together to help others that were in need when that country thought they would be forgotten. I have seen children adopted into loving families when they sat there thinking no one would ever love them. Although we have gone through our own trials and not all may be this drastic we can still hold onto hope, no one can take that away from us. They cant see it so how can they take it? If anything that is something you will always be able to hold onto as your own. It is yours.
The little girl I now call Hope, did get a happy ending. Her mother came to get her, she was late but she had hit some “road blocks” to get to her. Hope had waited patiently. Now she was reunited with her long awaited mother. Although the situation was not perfect Hope had to wait quite some time but she still was able to hold onto something to get her to what she wanted. Being found.
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