Angel made her way to the docks. She sat on a crate and watched as the Brooklyn newsboys went about their day.
She scanned the many faces and activities that they were occupying themselves with.
Swimming, Gambling, Gambling.... Always something to do. I suppose. she thought to herself letting out a soft sigh. She rested her head on her arms and watched the boys move about. She noticed a boy standing high above the others. He looked around with authority.
He seemed familiar to her but she could not quiet see where from. She stared at her hands and began to twiddle her thumbs.
"What youse doin' here?" A voice spoke from behind her.
She turned to see a boy. He had blue-gray eyes and dark brown hair. She looked at him for a moment then turned back towards the dock.
"None of your business," She stated bluntly. "I have no quarrel with you." She rose to her feet and turned towards the boy. He wasn't to much taller than she was but that didn't faze her at all.
He smirked. "Yeah sure youse ain't got no quarrel wit me, but dat don't mean I ain't got no quarrel wit you." She turned back to the spot where the boy with authority had stood. He was gone.
She turned to face the boy. Her eyes locked with his. She knew those eyes. It was like they could look inside your soul.
"Why would you have a quarrel with me?" Angel asked the boy. Her hazel brown eyes stared with venom, although she felt a connection.
"'Cause youse on my turf," he stated proudly.
Angel groaned. "Men and their stupid territorial urges." She stared. "That is why I wish men weren't ...." she stopped and pushed passed him as she headed back towards the restaurant.
"I ain't done with you," he called.
"Yeah," she hollered back. "Tell someone who cares."
The girls walked towards the pier. That was were Mira's father used to work. And that was all that Mira could remember.
"So your papa worked at the docks?"
Mira nodded. "Me father worked at da docks. Dat was de only place dey would heir Irish." Mira explained this as though she was much older than her ten years.
Kayle nodded and turned her attention back to the group.
By the time they reached the pier, Mira was jumping for joy. She was so happy. Although most of the girl's knew the chances of her father still being their were very slim, they went anyway. For the sake of Mira, they went anyway.
A big burly man pushed by them. His face was hard, but his eyes were soft and kind.
"Sean," Mira murmured.
The burly man turned towards the soft words of a child.
"I know dat voice," the man said in a soft voice.
He turned towards the small girl and his dark eyes lit up.
"Mira," he ran to her and hugged her tightly. "Mira, Mira, Mira. Your Da has been so worried. We all tought dat you were dead."
Mira stared. "Where is Da Sean?" she asked.
He grabbed her hand and lead her to a small office.
"Excuse me, Michael. I have someone who I want you to meet," Sean said as he opened the office door.
The man at the desk was very muscular but had a soft face.
"Not another girl Sean," the man grumbled rubbing his forehead wearily.
"Oh I think you do, O' Conner," Sean spoke.
O'Connor looked up from the many papers he had been going over and stared at the smile on the big man's face.
"Who?" he asked.
Mira stepped in front of Sean and looked into the eyes of the man. "Da?" she asked.
The man stared with hopeful eyes. "It is not possible," he stated in utter disbelief.
"It is me Da. Tis' Mira," she said standing stock still as her joy overwhelmed her.
The man rose slowly from his desk. He stared in disbelief. "Mira?"
"Yes Da, tis me." she said happily running into his waiting arms.
More to come...
