So, this happened a few days ago while I was grocery shopping. Out of nowhere, a little girl climbed into my cart. She told me her name was Lia and that she couldn’t find her mom. I waited, thinking her mother would show up soon, but after 20 minutes, no one came looking for her.
I was about to call the police when something unexpected happened. Lia looked at me, visibly anxious, and said, “Please, don’t take me back. I’m scared.”
She wouldn’t say what was wrong, but it was clear something wasn’t right. I wanted to take her to my house, just to keep her safe while figuring out what to do. But my sister didn’t think it was a good idea. In the end, she called social services, and they came to take Lia.
