The Foreigner Little Girl That Got Lost
“Waaah~! Uwaah~! Lottie! W-where are you!?”
Out of nowhere, I heard a child crying. I saw a little girl wailing just around the next block.
She appeared to be around four or five years old.
Going by her words, it seems that she’s been separated from someone.
Even though a little girl was crying, the people passing by just stared at her with a troubled expression, deciding against involving themselves with her.
They kept their distance from the girl and worriedly watched over her crying appearance.
The reason why they didn’t call out was obvious from the appearance of the girl and the words she shouted.
Her hair was silver which is extremely rare here in Japan. The words which leaked between her sobs were uttered in English. I’m pretty sure she’s a foreigner. It seems that none of the surrounding people could speak English, so even if they wanted to help, they couldn’t, since they have no way to communicate with her.
It can’t be helped…
I can’t just ignore a child wailing like that in the open.
There is a certain possibility that a person proficient in English would pass by some time in the near future, however, by the time this possibility could be realized, this painful scene would continue on undisturbed.
I may not be able to make it on time today, but I can just formulate a plausible excuse for Aki later on.
“What happened? Did you get separated from someone?”
I approached the child and crouched down a bit to converse with her.
The girl was shocked for a moment, then slowly looked at my face with teary eyes.
“W-who are you…?”
“My name is Akihito. What is your name?”
“Emma, is it…? So tell me, where did you get separated from this Lottie person?”
“Lottie, isn’t here.”
“Ah, yeah. She isn’t. Where did she disappear?”
“Not here… Waah~! Uwaah~”
While I was inquiring about her problem, Emma resumed crying.
I have no idea why she started crying. I feel she can’t perfectly grasp my words since she is still quite young.
I get that this Lottie person isn’t around here, but where could she have gone off to?
For now, it’ll be bad if I don’t stop her from crying.
Since she began to cry again after I approached her, the people passing by gave me pretty dubious looks. It seems like they didn’t understand what I said as I was conversing with Emma in English, resulting in them being suspicious of me.
What should I do?
How can I make her stop crying? Sweets? I don’t have them since I don’t eat them often. Of course, I don’t carry toys that a child might like with me.
Is there another way— Ah! I have a smartphone.
While on a train, I once observed how a mother comforted her crying child by giving him a smartphone. If I remember correctly, she showed him a video.
What’s a video that can make a little girl flare up with joy— this one!
“Emma-chan… Look at this.”
Accessing a popular video streaming website, I chose a video which caught my eye and handed my phone over to Emma.
Emma glances at my face for a second before proceeding to look at the display of the smartphone.
When she gazed at the video being reflected on the display of the smartphone, her expression lit up.
“Does Emma like cats?”
“Yup! Emma loves cats!”
Emma’s eyes were glued to the phone’s screen as if her previous crying appearance was just an illusion.
Since the situation seems to be under control, I took a breath of relief.
She seems to be alright for the time being.
While Emma is absorbed in the cat videos, I wanted to find Lottie… There are zero clues though…
I think it’d be best to take her to the police station, but if the police officer can’t speak English, Emma may feel alienated.
I want to avoid such a scenario since she is still young. I guess I’ll have to look for Lottie in the end… There are no hints… Does she look like anyone I know…?
Emma’s lustrous silver hair and her cute appearance resembles someone… Yes, she looks like Charlotte, who transferred into my class this morning. Moreover, couldn’t Lottie be a nickname for Charlotte? I feel like that was written in a novel that I read before. As Charlotte would be her older sister, it isn’t out of the realm of possibility for her to call her by nickname. If it was her mom though, she would probably just call her by title.
From today’s conversation, Charlotte should have a younger sister.
“Emma-chan. Can you tell me your full name?”
“Hmm? Emma’s name is Emma Bennett?”
Emma, who was absorbed in watching the cat video, told me her name after looking up at me with a confused expression. At the same time, she tilted her head in a very cute manner. Her actions and appearance only made her seem even more like a cute animal.
Anyways, it seems that things are just as I thought…
Since I uncovered the identity of the person that Emma is looking for, I decided to return to school at once.