I ducked down to the man who was out cold on the ground and rolled him over, resting his head on my arm.
He looked red, his face filled with wrinkles. His bones felt weak just like his skin. I stared at him bewildered, my eyes bleeding off empathy.
“Sir, are you alright?”
He coughed, his head wavy as he lay on my arm. His lips were moving but I couldn’t hear a thing.
“My daughter,” he finally pronounced with a faint tone, the rest of his words faded into inaudible frustration once again.
I looked up to the crowd that was gathered paying attention to us. My chest tightened but for once I wasn’t so terrified by them. After all, I was helping one of their own.
I leaned forward to his ears, “Your daughter, who is she?”
“No…No…” he cried and moved his hands all over my face involuntarily
