When I met Death Everything is over. Nobody cares about a street kid. I am a street kid who is born to die. A little girl appears behind me. "Do you need help?" I say, "No. Go to your parents. Be happy that you have parents." "I don't have parents. I'm Death." She runs a hand through her hair. That kid makes me scared. I look at her eyes. 'Death' tilts her head. She says, "Don't you belive?" "Sure I don't." She frowns. She picks a dandelion. The dandelion fades. I tremble. "I... I belive." Death takes the withered dandelion. After a long silence, she says, "I wish I could pick a dandelion without killing that." She smiles sadly. I pick a dandelion and take it in front of Death. I say, "I pick, you blow. Okay?" "Okay." She blows the dandelion. I say, "there are more dandelions across the street. Do you want to go there?" She smiles, this time her eyes are smiling too. I want to hold her hand, but she says, "Don't touch me." I pull my hand back. A few seconds later, I hear a loud sound. It's the sound of horn. Death shouts, "Be careful!" I want to ask, "What should I be careful about?" But I can't say anything. A truck comes to me quickly. Darkness. Silence. Someone wakes me up. A device beeps above me. I open my eyes. Death is staring at me. She says, "I ask it for the last time: Do you need help?" "I should think about that." "Come on! I have a lot of work. There are lots of people that are waiting for me. There is a flood in California, a storm in Tehran, etc... anyways, you don't want to hear all of them. Please make a decision quickly." "Okay. Help me, please." "But..." "But what?" "Would anyone miss you?" "No. Nobody would miss me. I don't have anyone." Death puts her little cold hands on my face. "Thank you." "You're welcome." I close my eyes again. I am not scared of anything, because I know, it is not the end. It is a new start; a big change...
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