It was cold and my body was trembling as I tried to hold myself for any chance at warmth. It wasn’t working. The park bench didn’t offer much shelter for me, and I hadn’t eaten in days. I probably am smelly too. I want to go home, but I know daddy wouldn’t welcome me back… I don’t like making him angry.

I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in them. I’m scared. Mommy hasn’t come looking for me at all… she wasn’t moving when I last saw her…

“S-someone… help me—… I’m scared…”