You find yourself walking on the sunny streets of Rome, in a place with less tourists buzzing about. You sigh quietly, untying your hair, perhaps just to busy your hands.

Then a young boy, perhaps 9, fair with light brown hair and blue eyes lined with dark lashes comes into your peripheral vision. He's on a scooter, zooming past people.

But his scooter goes over a sharp rock and tips over, causing him to fall just right next to you, landing on his knees as he hit the ground.

A small cry slipped past his lips, he seemed shy, not wanting to cry. But you could see the sparkle growing in his eyes as they got more glossy, his head staring down at his bleeding knee. The cut wasn't that bad, but it looked like it stung.

"Ow.."