[ WP ] What it takes to get into heaven .

Evan saw his long lost daughter in the face of the nine-year-old that was holding her mother's hand across the street and he was mesmerized. How long had it been? Longer than he could remember, that was for sure. Long before he had to start eating from the trash cans in Houston. He remembered Susane all too well and the little girl he was looking at now resembled his dead daughter, bringing to him memories of a time all too different than his reality. 
 
 For a moment, Evan had forgotten his saggy clothing and his putrid smell. He had forgotten the plastic bag in which he carried his belongings as he crossed the street, still mesmerized by the girl. 
 In a second, she ran towards the other side of the street before her mother could pull her back. 
 Evan quickly turned to the right and saw the girl running after her doll that had somehow ended in the middle of the street. He reacted and ran towards the girl as he saw the car trying to brake and avoid hitting her. In a single second, he pushed the eight-year-old out of the way and felt every bone in his body crush under the pressure of the red van's front wheels. 
 The car stopped and Evan laid under it barely breathing as he tried to pull himself away of the car while he laid on his stomach. His head was numb, time was passing slow for him. But he could see the little girl crying on the side walk as her mother ran towards her. People were gathering around the accident but no one came close to him. They stared and talked as he slowly started to drift away. And in his last seconds, Evan saw his young Susane right there, on the side walk crying. 
 He felt a soft touch on his left hand as his eyes closed one last time and his mind rested at ease. 
 
 

