I was walking down the street, ready to go back home after a tiring day at school when I saw a young boy crying. He was alone, and young, so I went to him and asked if he was okay. He mumbled that he was lost. I felt bad for him so I asked him if he wanted me to help. And he said yes. So I wiped out his tears on his cheeks and took his hand, while he was trying to find his way back home. After a bunch of minutes, we’ve heard a woman screaming his name.She was old, had curly hair and she looked petrified. But the boy I was with began to smile, and ran to the woman’s arms. I assumed she was his mom. She said she was so worried and then she thanked me. I felt relieved, and once he was back home. I went back to the path I was supposed to use to get to my bus stop.
