Friends

One Spring afternoon, I came home to find two little girls on the steps of my
building. Both were crying hard, shedding big tears.

Thinking they might be hurt, I dropped my briefcase and quickly went over to
them. “Are you all right?” I asked.

Still sobbing, one held up her doll. “My baby’s arm came off,” she said.

I took the doll and its disjointed arm. After a little effort and luck, the
doll was again whole.

“Thank you.” came a whisper.

Next looking into the tearful eyes of her friend, I asked, “and what’s the
matter with you, young lady?”

She wiped her cheeks. “I was helping her cry,” she said.