Emily walks around though New York as people bustled around either there everyday lives. The sound of sirens, people talking, cars honking, venders calling out and the smell of exhaust, food, and people filled the air. The sound of her heels dulled by everything as she lost herself deep in thought. When she stopped at a cross walk she was staring into space when she felt a tug on her sleeve, looking down she saw a little boy around 5 looking up at her his front tooth missing. "Hello, little one." Emily said with a smile. "Are you an angel?" The boy asked which caused Emily to frown. "Why do you ask that?" She asks. "You have scars on your arms. My mommy said that angels have scars on their arms because they are sad because the world is hard that they cut themselves to feel better." The little boy said as he hugged a very stunned Emily. "Your mommy is a very smart woman then. Where is she?" She asks smiling back. "She's an angel too but she returned home with the other angels." The little boy replied as he frowned a bit but looked up when his dad called him. She watched the boy and his dad cross the street in stunned silence a smile on her lips before she too crosses the busy New York street