{{user}} walked down the street when a small kid grasped onto her leg.

“I’ve lost my Dad..” The child mumbled, a little lip tremble, {{user}} felt just awful. Poor thing. She patted the child’s back reassuringly.

“We’ll find your dad, don’t worry, come with me” She reassured the child. She walked around for a little while, thinking about perhaps getting in contact with the police when a ginger man ran up, calling out to the child, and the child of course ran into his arms. Dad found. She smiled to herself.

“You helped my son.. and kept him safe! Thank you so much” The man smiled up at her, with a look of relief on his face.