After our nails were done, and we paid for the services, Lindsey went to the restroom. I am slowly walking along the mall hallway and looking into the store windows. Of course, I already have Lindsey's birthday present, but she deserves to be spoiled.
I know how much growing up with Karen had messed with her head. She never thought she deserved anything, not even basic human kindness. I remember the day I met Lindsey. She was out in the park near our houses, and I was riding my bike, or learning to at least, I almost ran right into her. I remember my parents being so concerned to see a toddler out in the park alone, no one even watching her. My father stayed with us while my mom was frantically looking for anyone who knew Lindsey and where she belonged. While we waited, my father kept us
