In Budapest a woman cried

While sitting on a bench, in the exit of the park and the way that leads to the bridge over the Danube, next to two kids and and old man. She sat on the bench and cried on her hands. Rising her head from time to time, to look everywhere for some seconds and cry desperately again. Her two tiny daughters, 3 and 5 years old, were standing next to the bench with tied up blond long hair. The sun was still shining, with the orange colour 6 hours in the afternoon in the Budapest island inside the river. The girls looked confused and scared, and were holding their small hands. People walked by, we walked by. I felt moved, actually I felt pain. I thought she had lost her third child and had been looking for it for a while. I took no picture of that, but of many lovers kissing instead.