Sorrow

There she sat. Her bright pink eyes staring at the harsh rain pounding on her cardboard roof as the bitter cold wind tangle her golden brown hair and biting her skin through her thin rags. She wrapped the dirty old sheet around her tighter and squeezed her small bear closer to her body. "Mama. I am cold." A child's voice reached her red ears. "I know Sebastian. I know but mommy missed placed our blanket." She poked her head out from under her cardboard to see a mother and a young boy huddle together in the wind. She could see the boys feet, blue and shaking. Shakily, she crawled out from under her protective cover. She stood up slowly and wobbled over to them. The mother looked up. Her face looked young and tired. Her blonde hair ratty and tangled with leaves and other small things. Her blue eyes filled with fear and love. The young boy hid his face in his mother's torn jacket. His brown hair tossing in the wind. She took off her sheet and handed it to the mother. "There is a small placing of cardboards you can be sheltered from the winds. This is for your son. Wrap his feet up and rub up and down his calves to help with warmth." She helped up the mother and walked her over to the cardboard. Sitting her down she helped wrap his feet up and sat in their place. The mother stared at her with worried eyes. "Young girl." She called out. Her pink eyes glanced up to see the womens blue ones, filled with worry. "Please come sit with us. I shall not steal a shelter from a child during these harsh winds." She held her hand out to the little girl. Shakily standing up, she ventured over to the small shelter and sat by the boy. Her legs hit his and he intertwined them. She smiled as she began running her hand through his hair. "Mama. There is a man over there." Both females turned their heads to see a man dressed in black with a gun in his right hand and a knife in the other. His hat covered his eyes but an evil smirked rested upon his greasy and dirty face. His brown hair stuck out everywhere from underneath his hat. Forceful enough, the wind knocked off his hat to show pink eyes, filled with hatred and an insane looked. 

Author's Note

Please ignore any grammar mistakes for I am young and still learning. If you have any advice to improve or enhance my writing it is welcome just not in a harsh or unpleasant way. Thank you.