The kid in my arms is crying. It's a beautiful young girl. I think she is around the age of fifteen. She is wearing soccer shorts with number 24 and the National team jersey of Ali.

She looks a lot like Ali. They have the same work hair and that killer smile. Although I haven't got to see the real killer smile, the normal smile looks a lot alike. Ali is my girlfriend. I love her with all my heart.

I feel sorry for the girl in my arms. I wonder where she is going through.

Did she break up with her boyfriend? Did she just has a terrible day? Did she hear really bad news? I don't know. All I can do now is just hug her, make her feel comfortable, ask how her day is.

Maybe the last option isn't the best, her day isn't good, I think. Otherwise, she wouldn't be crying in my arms. This aren't the 'I'm so happy to see you' tears. This are tears of pain. Of not feeling okay. Of being hurt. All I can do is listen to her. Maybe give some advice to her.

The girl looks in my eyes. She has wonderful blue eyes. I wipe her eyes.

"Hi."

"Hey," I answer.

"What I just said, never thought I would meet you here. I'm sorry for bailing my eyes out," she answers, almost ashamed.

"It's not a problem. I may be a soccer player, but I like to help people. Can I do something for you? I can just listen, give you advice or just do something with you."

The girl is struggling with making a choice. I see she wants to talk, but she doesn't seem to completely trust me.

"I saw you surfing. I have always wanted to surf, maybe a strange question after crying by eyes out, but yeah..."

"I can teach you how to surf, sure. I did just surf for a few hours before a saw you. It looked like you could use some help. I have superpowers they say, sooo... You want to surf?" She looks complete surprised by my answer, she is chuckling at the joke I made.

"Super Harris, here she comes! Yeah, lets surf. I don't have something to wear in the water," she laughs.

"Just take off your shirt. I will make sure you have new shorts after. Let's go. Who is the first in the water wins!"

She takes off her shirt and stands in her shorts and sports bra. And after that, we are running to the ocean. She is fast, maybe even faster than Baby Horse.

I just want to make her feel home, safe and happy. It looks like she is having a hard time being herself. Bad, I know how it is to be struggling. I do it every day and I will probably for the rest of my life.

Now, start mission make the unknown girl happy. Maybe we can talk for a bit or just surf.