B&W PHOTOGRAPHY AND ART CONTEST - Girl with umbrella

If a girl looks around and spins helplessly in our big and crowded city, what will you think? Well, that it was lost, of course. This is exactly what the gentleman who was sitting on the nearby bench decided:
- Hey, girl, don't you get lost?
It was as if an invisible bridge descended between the girl and the man who spoke those words. The little miss turned and walked on that bridge as she turned her head to find the owner of the voice. At the other end, she saw an elderly man with an umbrella, who was smiling kindly at her. We would add this and that to the description of the person, but the child saw only that.
- Well. . . mom. . . she disappeared! It was here. . . - the little girl raised her shoulders both with surprise and with a little worry. And shut up. He wondered how to address the stranger - "you" or "you". "You" is always more polite, but this is a good uncle.
- I got lost too. - The man faked a guilty smile. - Just like your mother.
- No mom, I'm lost. - The little girl clarified so that there would be no misunderstandings. This uncle clearly did not understand.

• No, no, you're here and your mother isn't there, so she's lost.
  The girl was surprised at this explanation, but said nothing. It may be so. And this neutral form - without "you" or "you" - was convenient for him so far. It sat down on the bench next to the man.
  - Well. . .
  - Great people get lost too, yes. . . - The old man read his mind. - There are so many living rooms around that it's easy to do. And only the bench remains as a saving island. The little girl laughed. The uncle seemed to know Robinson Crusoe's favorite game - you sit on a bench and imagine that you are on a deserted island, and everything around is sea. . . Remembering the sight, the little girl noticed the man's umbrella.

• And that umbrella? It's not raining now.
  The man was about to reply that he was just foresight because you never know when or where the rain will catch up with you. But he wondered: how could he find such a prosaic explanation of a girl? Magic, miracles - that's what you give to all the little ones. He good-naturedly said:
  - This is no ordinary umbrella, but a magical one. If you stand with someone under it - you become friends. Honestly.
  The girl looked quizzically at her uncle. Is he kidding?
  To confirm his words, the man quickly opened the umbrella and raised it above them.
  - Here it's ready. It doesn't take much time.
  The girl looked up at the umbrella, looked at the uncle, looked around and believed. And so they sat in the fine weather under the open umbrella and talked to each other like true friends, and people passed by and looked at them with interest.
  - Mom, mom! - The girl screamed happily and ran to her mother, who had appeared and was looking for her, clearly worried. Laughing, the girl turned and waved at the man. He returned the greeting and remained smiling under the umbrella.