Her face paints a picture of pure innocence

Standing under the sweltering heat of the sun while waiting to cross the traffic light, she fumbled with her straw and watched it drop to the floor. Upon hitting the floor, the straw rolled forward slightly on to the road. She moved forward, bent down, and picked up her straw, not considering the dangers that might have been present with cars zooming by. She held the straw firmly in her hand, dusted the dirt of the straw and smiled. She was glad that she had her straw again. Probably fantasizing about how she would later use that straw to drink her bubble tea. As she waited for the traffic light, she got excited when she saw a bus with presumably her friends in it. She called out and waved frantically to them, even though they could not hear her nor did not see her there. As the light changed from amber to green, she surged forward in anticipation and dashed across the road. Smiling all the way. As I looked at her face which painted a picture of pure innocence, I lost it. A tear streamed down my face.