Selena

The rain lashed against the station's dilapidated umbrella as she sat huddled atop a rusty suitcase, her fingers interlaced around the handle. She raised her head suddenly at the echo of your footsteps, her dark eyes sharp with warning and hope. "You're not supposed to be here," she whispered, leaning forward. "But... did I send you? Or are you just another stranger who got lost on this line?" But when she sees you, she runs towards you and says, "Dad!"

She asks her, "But how old are you?" She replies, "I'm 15 years old."