I am a little dragon

I saw a child, sitting by the road side and looking at other children. Her innocent yet sad face stared at the joyous children. I sat next to her and looked at her. I asked, 'why do you look so gloomy?' She said, 'I don't know where I belong'. Part of her wanted to join this happy bunch but another half held her back like a tough vein crawling and gripped its vessel. She said, she was never accepted to be with the high or low society. They said she doesn't have education. She doesn't have any qualification, wealth nor any friends. Her life are somewhat dull. Even her siblings think she's worthless, they would prefer her get out and disappear. Telling me this, she still managed to smile whilst crying. She said not to worry, she'll get through it because she has been living like this ever since she can remember. She doesn't need sympathy either. I touched her small palm and all i could do was holding that tiny hand. I asked her, 'what can i do to make you feel better?' She told me to just keep breathing and never let her go. It was her fault to be born as a sensitive child, she said. Shakily, trying to hold my tears I told her It was entirely my fault for destroying the barricade that had been protecting her from being hurt and mocked at. She knew but she never blame me for my foolishness because there are still sweetness left beyond that barricade. She thanked me for showing her the meaning of love, sacrifice, sadness, hatred, anger and a glimpse of pure happiness. Before, it was just coldness and ignorance. She told me to stop over protecting her because she'll never learn. Let her fall and bleed, she will strive to stand up again. 'It's true, I know that too', I whispered with my coarse voice. I was sobbing so badly that words won't come out. 'But I think it's enough, I can't stand looking at you being pushed away, I don't want you to be sad and cast away like this.' She put her forehead against mine, 'everybody needs someone in their life, to share, to laugh, to love and to die with. When they found one, it's the most wonderful phenomena in their sole life but remember nothing last forever. I am a sensitive and tender child, it takes mass amount of diligent to hold me like an artist holding his most delicate treasured masterpiece. A negligence will cause it to be broken and worthless at some point, but we can never ask for too much because they will get bored and tired of us. Alas, we are just a piece of work laying there full of dust waiting to be held again.' 'How can a child this small be so strong', i asked. She said, 'I'm not, you make me stronger day to day by defying the hurtful words being said regardless of who it was from. Those children over there, it's true they have everything in this world that they could wish for, they won't understand your pain and they have no rights to share it with you. But do they have a little guy as strong as me with them? I doubt that. That is why I'm never to cross this road until one day a bridge will be made for me to go to them.' She hugged me tenderly, calming my sobs and she cried herself too. Never to realise that this little girl had endured many things from the path I've been walking and little that I know that my heart is still a fragile little girl yet trying to be stronger and keeping me sane.