She looks around at all of the people. The men look scary and so do some of the women. She can't see her mom anywhere.
"Mommy?" the little girl calls out. She looks around and listens for a response. Nothing comes. "Mom? Where are you?"
At this people are looking around and asking who this little girl's mom is. The little girl starts crying. She can't see over anyone to look for her mom.
"Mom!" She says. She feels someone lifting her a man's voice answers.
"No, I'm not your mom, but you can sit on my shoulders. This way your mom can see you easier and you can keep an eye out for her." He was holding a little boy's hand and looking down at him.
"Is that your son?" The little girl asked.
"Yes it is." He said smiling.
A voice from the crowd called out.
"ROSIE? ROSIE WHERE ARE YOU? HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY BABY?" A crying mother was running down the aisle looking for the girl.
"Mom!" Rosie yelled, waving from the man's shoulders.
The man put her down into her mom's arms as he was being praised and thanked by the mother.
"Ma'am it's just being a good person. I'm glad you found her." He smiles at the mother then crouched down to Rosie, "Now, make sure you hold your Mommy's hand really tight so you don't lose her again, okay?" The little girl nodded and hugged him.
The little girl held her mother's hand tight as they got off of the bus and walked away.