"Spare some change please?"
"Spare some change please?" At the meek voice that just called I whip my head around. Now someone begging on the streets is not new when walking from
the grocery to my families apartment in New York City, but its the tone of voice that catches my attention. I turn and look at dark alley that the person is
slumped by at the entrance. I gasp when I see their face. I see a little girl about seven, the same age of my son, slumped down with her hands cupped and
another girl that looks a little older than her laying on her curled up and sleeping with her short black hair in her face. The begging girl looks up at me and when
I see her grey eyes I almost break out in tears. Her face is streaked with dirt and blood, which I am not sure if its hers or not, but none of this takes away from
her natural beauty. She has blond hair that curls around her, yet its in knots. I dig into my pockets, knowing that this money is all I have left for the month and
grab an apple from my grocery bag and hand it to her. She gives me the biggest smile which I mirror on my way home. Once I step through my door a little boy
with black hair tackles my legs and I look down at my son, imagining him begging on the street and the smile leaves my face, replaced with a somber look. My
son, Percy, looks up at me with his big green eyes asking what wrong. I shrug it off and set the groceries down.
That memory never left me and I continued to raise my son as a single mother. So when he came home from the first day of middle school talking about the
new girl i roll my eyes and tell him the talk. He describes her honey blonde hair, that apparently look like a princesses, and amazing eyes. I look at him and how
he has grown up. As much as I wanted my son to be happy I never tried to intervene, but when he came home saying that he talked to the new girl and he is
pretty sure she hates him, it was the most broken I have seen him.
That memory never left me and I continued to raise my son as a single mother. So when he came home as a sixteen year old boy and rushed to his room, I
slowly followed. I saw him throwing clothes everywhere and asked him what he was doing. He replied with the biggest smile and a light blush stating that he
had a date. I ran over and hugged him, knowing my son had grown up. He came back from his date late that evening saying that it went perfect.
That memory never left me and I continued to watch him grow. So when he came home telling he was bringing his girlfriend over I beamed knowing that he
cared for her. So when their was a knock at the door my son rushed over to open it I slowly walked behind him smiling. Now after he gave her a hug I could
finally see her. The first thing I noticed how this was definitely the new girl that he thought hated him. I laughed and gave her a hug and welcomed her inside,
but it wasn't until I saw her eyes when I smiled the largest. She sat down with my son at her side. I sat opposite and brought some apple slices for them to eat.
When she looked up at me to thank me I looked at her eyes. A starling grey. She stared at me before running at me and hugging me again whispering a thanks
into my ear saying its the small acts that are the nicest. I knew my son was confused, but I was smiling because i knew my son was taking care of the same girl
I did that one night on the walk back from the grocery.