Casper was simply minding his own business in the mall. He was quietly putting things into his basket, when he noticed a kid crying. He was pretty subtle, attempting to glance at the situation. An older kid, around his age, was holding onto the kids arm with a tight grip. When the kid finally stopped crying, the older kid began shopping again, picking up two packets of cigarettes as the kid just stood there, still sniffling. The older kid had gone to a different aisle, leaving the young kid. Casper got worried, and approached the young kid.

“Hey, bud… you alright?… What’s wrong…?”

He asked softly,