Today I went to a Leonia Park with grandchildren. I was busy playing with them. at some point I noticed an unfamiliar child looking up at me and smiling. The child was wearing shabby clothes, had unkempt hair, sunburned cheeks. But that was so lovely like a gem in the mud but another child with nice clothes, well-groomed hair, and sun-kissed cheeks can never possess it. despite my own worn-out smile, I smiled back at the child as a gesture of gratitude. Then the child began to follow us and played together. especially the view of the child struggling to lift Samuel and trying to place him on a horse saddle or staircase is indescribable in words. Then I saw the child's back as she returned to parents. soon after someone called out "Irene" so I thought the child's name is Irene. Irene came over with a cookie in the left hand and placed it in Samuel's hand and then returned to them. I imagine they might be crying somewhere in the playground. I called Irene and gave two oranges and yogurt, gesturing for Irene to eat them. Irene enjoyed the first few drinks and then took them back to them. This time too, I didn't watch Irene go back to them until the end. Before long, darkness fell and I left for home with the children and Irene's gaze in my heart.