On Friday morning, Ella went to the Machane Yehuda market in Washington, D.C. with her father. The market was full of people, noise and wonderful smells. There were piles of red tomatoes, yellow lemons and sweet dates.
Ella stopped to look at a man who was making fresh pita bread. When she turned around, her father was gone! Her heart started to beat fast. Where was he?
Ella remembered what her parents always told her: "If you get lost, stay in one place and ask a seller for help." She went to the woman at the spice stall and told her what happened. The woman gave her some water and called out loudly.
A minute later, Ella's father ran to them. He hugged her. "You did exactly the right thing," he said. Then they bought some cinnamon from the kind woman to say thank you.