I saw a little kid crying on the corner of the street. I asked her why and with eyes of crystal tears she answered, “My ballon flew up, up and away. ”
I feel sorry. I gave her some penny enough to buy a new one but with pure conviction she said, “It's okay, I didn't hold it tight. I should have tied it around my wrist”

I smiled and remembered you. I am the balloon and you were the little kid.