Armand was swimming in the sea near their small house. It had been a week since his American father died. With tears in his eyes he swam and swam hoping that it would ease up the pain that he was feeling deep inside. He was seven years old and was now all alone in this world. He swam and swam until he could swim no more. He stalled in the surface and looked ahead. Suddenly, he heard a faint voice behind him. He looked back and saw a young girl looking at him. She waved at him, hesitantly, he waved back at her. He smiled a little sensing that the young girl on the beach was giggling looking at him. Slowly, he swam back towards the beach front and towards the young girl. He swam and swam until it was shallow enough for him to walk. Looking at her he walked slowly towards the young girl still looking at his face.
"Hi, I'm Andrea," smiling she introduced herself to him.
He stared at her for a moment and slowly introduced himself, "I'm Armand."
"I saw you swimming all alone in the sea, so I decided to call you," she just said looking at him.
"How long had you been watching me swim?" he asked her.
"Just now, you see my father is talking to that man," she said looking at the two men talking away from them. "Dad is selling our beach resort; we're migrating to the U.S."
"Really," he just said. "You're a very rich kid then."
"Yeah, I guess we are, you look tired. Are you hungry huh?" she asked.
Hesitantly, he nodded.
"Good, me I'm hungry too. Come with me to that table and eat with me," the