Resort cities like Orlando are all about the word "forgetfulness": they are colorful and warm, giving the illusion of "indulgence". Tourists come here to not only forget their own worries, but also often forget the existence of local residents. The sunset in the south gives every face the texture of honey cake, which makes people want to take a bite. At this time, it is easy for people to ignore the children running in the corridor and the endless noise of children.
They didn't expect that at this moment, the little girl at the corner of the stairs was going through a life-and-death feeling. She was used to seeing adults cry, and she didn't know the meaning of poverty. She thought that being rude was being sophisticated, but she suddenly realized that she could not salvage the separation. This was a challenge she had never had in her little life. So she broke free from the adults' siege and ran to another motel.
She knocked hard on a door and was about to have tears all over her face. She's going to tell her playmate: You're my best friend, and today may be the last time we'll see each other. Her tears came fiercely, because there is no sadder time in the world than this moment.
She wanted to run away, but she only had everything in the moment: the honey-like sunshine, the terrifying kindness of the social worker, the mother who was blocked in the room by the police, and the longing in her heart to say goodbye. She was powerless to change her destiny, all she could do was say goodbye seriously. She was struck by the sense of powerlessness, even though Disneyland was on the horizon.
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