There was a girl. She was 7. Her hair was in pigtails and she wore a bright yellow summer dress. She held a sign that said "Go Dad Go!" and a small rose for her dad. She waited at the finishline for her dad to finish the race. She waited and waited, then he came bounding around the corner with his hands in the air and a smile on his face. When he saw his little girl standing there with the sign and the rose, his smile spread all the way across his face. As he crossed the finish line he turned around to try and find his daughter. That is when he heard the explosion, then the other. His grin disapeared as he yelled and searched for his daughter. When he finaly found her, fear and sadness took over. He bent down and kissed his girl before the medics took her away. The last thing the girl saw was her brave daddy in tears.
Then all went black.


( This is not a true story but it represents the day of the bombing of the Boston Marathon.)