The morning rain had stopped, but the streets still shimmered with puddles. Sunlight struggled through gray clouds, reflecting off wet pavement and passing cars. The city was waking up, the sidewalks filled with hurried footsteps and umbrellas being shaken out.
But no one noticed the girl no one except Mr. Daniel Carter.
He was just walking back from the grocery store, his tan jacket zipped to the collar and a brown paper bag tucked under his arm. He nearly tripped when he saw her—a small Black girl, maybe six, curled up on the edge of the sidewalk right beside a lamp post.
Her pale green and white dress was soaked and stained, clinging to her skinny frame. Her hair stuck to her forehead. She had no shoes, no bag, and no coat. Her knees were drawn to her chest, her cheek pressed against the concrete like it was the softest pillow she had left in the…….Read Full Story Here……………………
