The island was alive. The waves crashed against the shore. The wind blew the leaves of the trees into a flurry of excitement.The hills leading up to the mountaintop seemed to quiver in anticipation. Today was important. The animals in the forest went silent, expectant. A few scarce drops of water fell from the clear skies.

At the top of the mountain's wrinkles was a flat crater with the specklings of snow. A small girl, who couldn’t be more than three, laid unconscious in the center. Her long, light brown hair was muddied by the falling drops of water. She wore too short a dress, too ragged. The sun shone down on her golden skin, tarnished by scratches and bruises. She rolled over in her slumber. Her tiny body shivered. Her eyes opened slowly. A gaze of golden brown awoke to a single blade of grass sticking out of the snow. The little girl slowly sat up. She looked around in confusion. She yawned and stretched out her arms. The island gave her no reason for concern.

The little girl got up and walked cautiously to the cliff edge. She looked down at the island. As far as she could see there was only nature, not a single sign of humanity or civilization. She smiled. She found home.