We all now it; They belong to DW and NBC, but that don't stops us from writing about them, so here is my new attempt of writing a story that I hope you like.

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By chance people meet, and by chance your life can be turned around, sometimes the change is good and sometimes it gets even better than good.

What happens when by accident, a little girl meets someone that can change her life forever?

Coincidental Meeting

Chapter 1

First Meetings

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She had been standing in front of the window display for hours, the icy wind whirled around her, messing with her hair, but that didn't bother her; she was used to the cold.

She had felt the cold wind at first, but little by little her little body had acclimated to the cold weather.

The hunger she felt and the stares people gave her from time to time, when they actually noticed her standing there, distracted her from the bitter cold that was beating her body; well, most of the time it did.

She was mesmerized by all the lights and toys in the display window of the fancy store in the middle of Rockefeller's Plaza. Her little coat, too flimsy to protect her, left her shivering from time to time but she didn't let that bother her. This was the only time they put all the toys and lights out, so she was determined to enjoy the displays as much as she could.

She'd been hungry since she couldn't remember when, but there was nothing she could do about it, not until later; when she could go search the back alleys of the restaurants and coffee places that laid along the busy streets of New York, and if she was fortunate, maybe the wash boy from the deli; will give her half a sandwich today, left by a customer that didn't know what hunger felt like and had only picked at his plate before rushing out of the place to go do whatever.

She didn't mind that at all. That only meant she didn't have to climb the dumpster in the alley, and risk a fall. No; that will be just fine with her.

She turned her eyes to the other window where a Doll from the eighteen hundreds was displayed. She heard the doll was a "collectable" and had found out the era the doll was representing, from the same people that wanted to buy the doll, not that it mattered to her.

To her it was just a beautiful doll, too expensive; when you could use that kind of money to maybe put some shoes and coats on so many children that didn't have them, or maybe feed them, but those were just her thoughts, for such a little girl she was a "precocious" little one; as one of the adults had told her. She didn't know what that meant, but as long as it wasn't an insult in was fine by her, and somehow she was sure Sister Jackson wouldn't use disrespectful words to describe her.

She kept walking along the windows and displays and couldn't help but watch the moms and their little girls, walking and talking amongst themselves and discussing what gift to buy for the ones at home. She willed herself not to let it bother her; but it always did, she couldn't help to wish she had a mother who could take her shopping, or for that simple matter, someone who would care and maybe love her.

She was so distracted with her thoughts; that she didn't see or hear the shouts of warning, or the man running full speed towards her. At the last minute she looked up, just to feel the ground under her being pulled away and her body flying through the air. She landed on her backside and was too astonished afterwards to know what was happening.

She looked at the man that had landed in front of her, and noticed his scar along his left eye and the tattoo on his arm, and what it looked like a… gun? Tucked into his pants, he looked at her briefly, with fury in his eyes just for a moment, before he picked himself off the ground and took off running again, dropping in his haste, something from the little purple bag he had in his hand.

She just remained there, glancing at the ground where the man had been just seconds before, afraid to move or say anything and then her eyes caught the shiny little crystal that lay by her feet, she reach for it, feeling the pain in her little body when she moved and the dizziness from the shock that made her waver, and then she felt someone trying to help her get off the grown.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

Looking up she could see the face of a beautiful woman, with kind brown eyes and concern in her voice.

"No… yes… I'm fine, I. just hit my bottom, but I'm ok"

"Did you hit you head?" The woman asked.

"No"

Letting the woman help her all the way up, she stood on her feet putting the crystal in one of her pockets while she shook the snow from her body, shaking a little from the ice water that got through her clothes, wincing when her hand touched her hip.

"Are you sure you are ok, is your leg hurting you? Where're your parents? The woman was looking around trying to find her "parents": 'Yeah lady good luck there'

When her eyes reached the woman's, she just stared at her. She had a phone in her hand and was already calling somebody, she needed to get out of there, they couldn't find her; she was not going back.

She saw the woman looking at her and she was still holding her arm, she tried to get herself free by pulling her body and arm away from the woman and she felt herself come loose from the grip.

As soon as she did she felt herself getting dizzy and her heart racing, she tried to pull away from her, but as she took a step she felt herself falling to the ground once more; but she never reached the cold street below her, warm arms reached for her before she hit it, that was all she felt before she passed out.

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