Pepper
The girl scarfed down the food on the plate, and I worried I would have to tell her to stop. It was a big portion, and I worried if she ate too much, it would make her sick. Throwing up her meal won’t help her. But I don’t want to lose her trust either.
Thankfully, she stopped eating before I had to decide. She peered up at me, climbed up on the bench, and scooted in close. My heart warmed, and I wondered where her parents were. Who’s supposed to be watching her? She can’t be over five. Why is her hair so tangled and dirty? She made her stuffed bunny hop in my lap.
“Where are your parents?” I asked her, trying to be gentle. She ignored me and continued playing with her bunny.
“My name’s Pepper. Can you tell me your name?”
Nothing. I debated on asking her anything else. I don’t
