Somehow, I knew what to say. “I want to tell your mommy a secret”

It was one of those dreary winter days — wet, grey, and drab. I was walking down the street, not really going anywhere. I bought myself a hot drink and planned to drink it in the nearby park, where I could sit in peace with my morose thoughts. I was supposed to go to school today but changed my mind at the last minute. Daddy’s sad eyes drove me out of the house even though I would have much rather stayed on the couch.

I was just about to sit down when a movement behind the bushes caught my eye. I went to investigate.

It was a beautiful little girl with Down syndrome. I recognized her face — she was from my neighborhood. She was sitting on the wet grass, playing with a stray cat.

She was alone. What was she doing here, on her own?

The girl sensed me looking at her and turned around.

“Hello!” she said cheerfully. “What’s your name?” Her speech was a little unclear, but I understood her.

“My name is Shulamis,” I said. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Lali,” she replied. “I ran away all by myself!”

My jaw dropped.

“You what?” Who was this kid?

“I ran away,” she repeated. I stared at her, confused.

“How old are you, Lali?”

“Seven. It’s my birthday soon.” She got up and twirled around. “I got a new dress.” She lost her balance and giggled as she tumbled onto the grass.

I pulled myself together. This girl needs to get back to where she belongs.

“Come,” I told her. “Let’s find your house.”

Lali looked at me shrewdly. “Why?”

Somehow, I knew what to say. “I want to tell your mommy a secret.”