We had all the boxes ready to visit the Gradin home foundation, supposed to be runed by my uncle Wyatt but it was taken off his hands.
I couldn’t sit back and watch another year happen with death casualties while my Uncle embezzled the money to go on a f*****g vacation.
The boxes were filled with toys and clothes and books and other gifts, that children would appreciate and love.
We arrived at the venue with the team, Beck and Alfred tagged along even when I told them nothing could happen to me here.
I guess old habits die hard.
The staff at the foundation welcomed us, they had the kids gathered in the hall. They sat patiently waiting for us.
“Hello Kids, this is Miss Liliac Roman, of the Roman Enterprises, she is here to speak to all of you” the elderly woman introduced me.
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