I Can't Believe It

"Are you ok Sophia?" I shook my head and wiped my eyes. "No. I mean, it's just that we have so much here and then the kids down in Indonesia." I felt tears in my eyes. "I know how One Direction felt. They're people over there dying. Little children. Babies. Parents. It's not cool. Their hospitals aren't even that good. I just can't imagine that everyday. I spent a week with them to help and everything. I watched children die as we tried to help them. It's not  easy for them." I looked down at my knees as I cried. "You can go now," the interviewer said, sympathetically. I nodded and stood up. I left and wiped my eyes. I don't know how they manage over there. I want to go back, but what more can I do? I went out and sat on a bench. Maybe seeing some fans would help. I loved my fans and wanted to know them all. A few minutes went by and I stopped crying. "Oh my gosh, Sophia Carwell?" I looked over at a girl, covering her mouth. I nodded and smiled, motioning her over. "Wanna picture?" She nodded, we posed and she took it. "Can you sign my phone?" I pulled out my Sharpie. "I thought you'd never ask."