I saw a little girl on the roadside today, by a traffic light. I was in my car and she was on the pavement.
The little girl was spreading a poster on the pavement; her bed for the night. But she was so happy, jumping from one end of the pavement to the other, straightening out the creases.
And then she flopped down in the center, absolutely content.
The poster was all she had, but it seemed enough. She was in her own happy world.
No body noticed.
But I did.