She steals a fleeting moment, one full of teenage awkwardness. A farewell kiss is hers. Running back to her friends she is greeted by their excited giggling. In this moment she is a hero.
She just kissed a street child but it does not matter, for what just happened here means so much more.
He grins shyly, looks at his friend for support. When the true meaning finds him, his confidence soars.
“He is so cute! I have to have his cell phone number or email address,” screams one of the girls in the group, here arms flapping like a bird's.
