I said how is your best friend? I know her little mind see's that love has been removed from her little friends. When I look into their eyes I wonder if their little flowers continue to bloom with a spark.  When I say to them how are you feeling today?  There is a silence that just won't go away. I know their Bully is standing right next to them holding onto their little hands. I must do all I can to help save their little hands. The sadness to this story is they have no clue as to who we are to them. Are we, a good human Angel? Or the mean nasty Bully who has come to hurt them again?