On the top floor of an eight-story, stone apartment building in Paris, overlooking the Seine, there lives an unsung hero. She is a small girl with wispy brown hair often pulled back in a ponytail or braid and eyes that have a depth and wisdom unusual for her age. On the surface, she is a fairly average young girl: she attends fifth grade at the public elementary school; she enjoys playing with her friends after school and on weekends; she lives with her doting parents and gentle dog. Nothing extremely unusual about her until you take the time to uncover her secrets.
***Over the Seine, there is a bridge known as “The Bridge of Love.” Locks, with names written on them, are hung from its railings by the thousands of tourists who have visited this bridge. It is said that if lovers write their names on a lock, snap it onto the bridge, and then toss the key into the river, their love will never die. Under this bridge, there lives another young girl. She is small as well (too small in fact), with short, patchy black hair and sad eyes that have seen far too much horror for a child her age. On the surface, she is an average Parisian street kid: she doesn’t attend school; she has no friends to play with; she lives with her often-absent uncle.