Hansel and Gretel

I haven't done it in a long time, but I cried on the streets again.
And again, as always, he was there to walk around with me; both of us equally lost and helpless, but still walking and hoping for a miracle.
And right then, I was 9 and he was 7, Hansel and Gretel once more.

He walked by, both of us still searching, hope waning, me wailing. And he patted my head. A little like how he would pat a dog.
"Don't cry, just find her."
And just like that, I knew I was home.