The little girl in Staunton, Virginia

A small town where anything can happen.

You would think even in your own small town.

This is what I came to see–

This isn't about the place.

This is about the girl.

Before that... wouldn't it be nice if everyone you met was actually someone meant to be in your life and not just a battle?

Durarara.

Walking around this town I eventually saw a girl, minus my experience there to explore my state this little girl was sitting on one of those signs that often read "Welcome" or "Staunton Village Place" or something.

She looked upset.

"I know that look" I said to myself.

I look over at the get together I called a party of who there and an old man looked over at me to which may I not fully know the situation,

I still associate the look as

"I'm keeping tabs on this girl so no one knows she's been molested and this random person doesn't call me out or help her gain the confidence to call me out."

I remember that all I wanted to do was ask "Hey, are you okay?"

I would've even stepped in and gotten yelled at myself having a whole scene as I have before just to help this child but of course having a pedophile in the midst they had mail to say–

"You did it, when I did not. Interference of molestation in my life leading to circumstance of almost and apparent appearance to touch and unfortunate world behaviors of the unconscious preteen already hurt by what parent did not teach is not of account when no one teach.

Yet... because of this I failed to talk to her because for ANYONE... talking to a little girl or boy sitting alone is weird right?

I think about this situation often and wish someone defended me.

In this situation I do my best not to blame myself, even as curse goes that I HATE that I was unable to say just my testimony of GOD and what I've been through to this little girl just to give her a view of someone who actually cares outside of a family of monsters to which I am aware...

I hope you're doing well.

I hope you're taking care of yourself and doing better (:

I know it is difficult to want to exist sometimes but, I'm always thinking about how I can make up for sure a terrible miss of conversation for I am not who hurt you nor a spirit of such.

Let's meet up one day little girl!

You'll probably be like 20 by then but if you notice me,

I hope I can tell you how much I care and still care.

This is about not missing the opportunity to care about someone... because I did.

I love you kiddo.

I was also a kiddo at one point dealing with that same shit.

You're you. Not what they try to make you to be.