It was the beginning of an amazing June 1st, Children’s Day. For the first time ever, ice cream trucks decided to gather in one square in Essex and gift children with whatever flavor they wanted. “Here, one mint with chocolate chips for you,” the vendor smiled kindly at the child in front of him. The girl took it with bright eager eyes, to her mother’s enjoyment. “What do you say, Zoe?” the elder woman asked, placing a warm hand over the girl’s back. Zoe stared for a bit at the ice cream, watching it melt on a corner. The light push from her mother urged her to look up at the vendor and mumble a faint thank you . As they walked away from the truck and towards a bench for the girl to eat her dessert, Zoe caught glimpse of another child crying. He wasn’t very far thus Zoe could see it was a boy about her age that had a bowl cut hairstyle. He was dressed in a red t-shirt, yellow pants and no shoes, which drew her attention immediately. “Mummy, why is that boy crying? Di