I seen this pretty little mixed girl about the age of 6 curled up in a ball crying in the corner on the way to kids footlocker. Then I walked up to her and tapped her and she flinched. She looked up with bruises and fear on her face. She had on clothing that was dirty, worn out, and too small. She had tear stains on her cheeks and her face was red and puffy. She was really dirty.
Tracey: hi what's your name?
???:*whispers* Kaylee
Tracey: hi Kaylee where are your parents?
Kaylee: I don't know my mom died and my dad beat me than kicked me out about 3 years ago I've been eating out the trash. I wondered over here.
Tracey: oh my....well do you want to come stay with me?
Kaylee: are you gonna hurt me? *whimpers*
Tracey: no come on lets go get you some clothes and shoes and I want you to meet my sister,nephews, and daughter
Kaylee: ok mommy...i mean Ms.Tracey
I got Kaylee 45 outfits Rayne 45 also and both of them 10 pairs of shoes and 8 pairs of sandals each.
Tracey: o