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A Desperate Situation

We walked over to where the girl sat. As we approached, she looked up with guarded eyes, the look of someone who’d learned to be wary of strangers.

“Hello,” I said gently, kneeling down so I wasn’t looming over her. “We’d like to buy some bread.”.

The girl blinked, surprised. “You want to buy bread?”.

“Yes, please. How much do you have?”.

She pulled back the cloth covering the basket, revealing perhaps a dozen loaves of homemade bread. They looked simple but well-made, the kind someone had put care into baking.

“I have 12 loaves left. $3 each.”.

“We’ll take all of them,” I said. The girl stared at me like I’d spoken a foreign language.

“All of them? That’s… That’s $36.”.

“That’s fine.” I pulled out my wallet and handed her two $20 bills. “Keep the change.”.

She took the money with shaking hands, whether from cold or emotion, I couldn’t tell. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”.

Lily knelt down beside me. “What’s your name? I’m Lily and this is my dad.”.

“I’m Sophie,” the girl said quietly.

“Why are you out here on Christmas Eve?” Lily asked with the directness only children possess. “Don’t you have a family?”.

Sophie’s face closed off slightly. “I have a mom. She’s sick. We need money for medicine and rent.”.

“I bake bread and sell it to help.” “Where’s your mom now?” I asked gently.

“At home in our room. She’s too sick to go out.”.

“Your room? You live in a rooming house?”.

Sophie nodded. “On Parkside Street. It’s all we can afford.”.

“Mom used to work two jobs, but then she got really sick a few months ago and couldn’t work anymore. We’re behind on rent.”.

“The landlord said if we don’t pay by tomorrow, we have to leave.” My heart broke.

Here was a child trying to support herself and her sick mother on Christmas Eve. While most children were home anticipating presents, she was sitting in the snow.

“Sophie, how much do you need for the rent?” I asked. She looked down. “$800.”.

“But I’ve only made $23 today, even with your money. Nobody wants to buy bread from a kid on the street.”.

“They think I’m lying or trying to trick them.” I did some quick mental calculation.

$800 was less than I’d just spent on Christmas gifts we didn’t really need. It was a manageable sum for me, but clearly an impossible mountain for this child.

“Sophie, I’d like to help you and your mother. Would you let me do that?”.

She looked up at me with suspicion mixed with desperate hope. “Help how?”.

“I’d like to pay your rent. I’d like to make sure you and your mom have food and whatever else you need.”.

“I can’t ask you to do that. It’s too much. You don’t even know us.”.

“You didn’t ask. I’m offering. I may not know you, but I know you’re a child trying to take care of your mother.”.

“Selling bread in the snow on Christmas Eve tells me everything I need to know.”.

Sophie started crying then—quiet tears that she tried to wipe away quickly. “Why would you help us? Nobody helps us.”.

“People see me on the street and they look away. Or they think I’m lying, or they tell me to get a real job like it’s that easy.”.

Lily reached out and took Sophie’s cold hand. “My daddy helps people. He says that’s what you’re supposed to do when you can. And we can.”.

I looked at this girl who’d been forced by circumstances to grow up too fast. “Sophie, would you take us to where you live? I’d like to meet your mother.”.

She hesitated, clearly torn between pride and desperation. Finally, desperation won. “Okay. It’s not far, just a few blocks.”.