“Hey mister! Hey mister! This is no place to sleep. Wake up! Wake up!” a tiny feminine voice said.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the owner of that voice. It was a giggling little girl with a hair tied into a ponytail. Her face was very white. She’s a cute little child. She’s wearing a huge yellow jacket and red pants and black leather boots. The largeness of her yellow jacket that almost concealed even her tiny hands emphasized her smallness. She’s clearly dressed for winter, which never visited my country.

Was it that cold? Where am I? It’s morning already?

I found myself lying on a bench in an open field of a school or of an office. That building over there looks more of a school’s than an office if you ask me. Really, where am I? I have never been in this place. There are pillars of balloon being constructed.

I wonder what they are celebrating?

“Hey mister!” the little girl insisted, shaking my hands. “Don’t ignore me. Don’t ignore me.”

I returned my gaze to her.

“Who are you? Why are you sleeping here? Are you poor? Don’t you have any other place to sleep?”

“…” I don’t know what to reply to her. I was confused myself.

“Why are you out here wearing such clothes? Don’t you feel cold? My dad bought me this jacket because it’s very cold. I know this may look large for my size, but I love it all the same! Plus, its bigness keeps me warm even more!” She hugged herself and then jumped while throwing her hands up in the air at the same time.

I laughed. She laughed also. She’s clearly enjoying the fact that she made another person happy like her. I saw her eyes were sparkling with that simplicity, trust, courage, and energy of a child. I somehow remembered someone from her. Someone, I felt during that time with much intensity, I ought to know.

…

“What’s your name mister?” the little girl continued while she was sitting beside me and swinging her tiny feet that barely touch the ground. “Maybe you are lost. Maybe I can tell my dad your name so he can tell your name to the police, and then they’ll help you. Maybe then you’ll finally find your way back home. It’s sad to be alone! Ah! I’m sorry mister. It is so rude of me. I haven’t told you my name yet. It’s a beautiful one! My name is…”

“Yuna!”

“Dad!”

She then ran towards a spectacled man wearing a trench coat over a coat and tie. He was carrying a black suitcase and a couple of papers.

So he’s her father… He looks very respectable, and firm, yet, somehow, I get the impression that he’s a kind-hearted man at the same time.

“What are you doing there Yuna?”

“Dad! I was talking with…” she pointed at my direction, but suddenly, she looked so surprised.

“Huh? Where is he? He’s just there earlier.”

What are you talking about little Yuna? I am still here.

“A new friend of yours?”

“Yes dad. But I was not able to get his name dad. He was here a while ago. He looks so lonely dad! And he was sleeping there! I thought you could help him so I approached him and talked to him so I can get his name but…”

“Oh my dear little princess!” said her dad while sitting down in order to hug her.

Why can’t you see me? Why? Oh, that noise from earlier! I remember now! Was there really an accident? Did I turn into some kind of wandering ghost?

He then put his hand on her shoulder.

“Come on now my little Yuna. Daddy and you will have a picture together. Look over there! Smile!”

Yuna was giggling with happiness as she and her father posed for a picture.

And then, her father took her away from that place. She was looking at my direction while they were walking hand in hand.

“I wonder where he had gone dad?”

“Your friend?”

“Yes dad.”

“Don’t worry I’m sure he’ll be fine. He will find his way back home, or, if he cannot by himself, someone shall show him the way. Maybe you’ll see him someday too, again.”

“Yeah dad. I have hope that he will be okay… and that I’ll see him again.”

And all became black to me.