Cinderella is a Horrible Role Model
Crystal stood on her small porch looking at the young man standing on her bottom step holding a wilting bouquet of wildflowers. She had no idea where he had gotten them, but from the lack of professional presentation it was clear he had taken them from someone’s yard. The stems had jagged edges speaking to being torn by hand that were drying in mid-morning sun. She would guess they hadn’t gotten a drink of water since being plucked. It was a sight that made her feel bad for the flowers but no matter how sad they looked she knew accepting them would offer false hope to the teen holding them. Sighing deeply Crystal geared herself up with confronting the young man. The fact that he had found where she lived settled uneasily with he
