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Disney On Ice

Jamie Pace

Granny and I are hand in hand and headed toward the Delta Center. I’m six and my princess dress is bright pink. My shoes are sparkling silver and my hair is blonde and curly. The wand I’m carrying is thirteen inches of pure magic, and it sparkles like the Capitol Building. We stop at the light with what feels like a jillion people. My princess dreams were in full bloom, when some kid, running from behind me, bumped into me. My wand flew from my hand and I fell to the ground. My dress flew up, exposing my knees to the concrete, and my face flooded with anger. I paused on my hands and knees, soaking in the worst moment of my life up to this point. Granny helped me up, and I continued to whine about how this was the worst day ever and how I wanted to go home.

I heard a voice from behind me that said, “Be grateful you have a home, little girl.” I twirled around, still not sure who had spoken. I locked eyes with a man sitting on the ground. He had on an old pair of jeans, a shirt with a hole where the shoulder should be, and dirty tennis shoes with what looked like no socks. His face was greasy and his beard was longer than Jesus’s.

“What are you talking about?” I said, annoyed.

Before he could reply, Granny was pushing me away. She walked much faster than I thought a woman of her age could. When we finally stopped I asked why she was in such a hurry to get away from that man. “That man,” she took a breath, “is homeless, darling.” I paused, still not sure what she meant. “He sleeps outside every night,” she prompted.

I thought for a moment. “Oh!” I said, “Just like camping! Cool!”

Granny’s eyes filled with water. “No, sweetheart. Not like camping. He doesn’t sleep outside because he wants to, he does it because he has nowhere else to go.”

Now my eyes watered too, and I said, “Maybe he could stay at our house for a little while. We have an extra bedroom. Just until he can buy his own house of course.”

Granny half smiled as a tear fell from her eye. She said, “If only it was that simple.”