At 3 a.m., a barefoot little girl knocked on our door—what brought her there alone left us completely speechless

was a little girl.

She couldn’t have been older than six or seven.

Tiny and fragile, she wore a thin T-shirt far too large for her.

She was barefoot, her small feet dirty and cracked from the cold pavement.

Her light brown hair was messy, clinging to her forehead with tears.

Her wide, frightened eyes were swollen and red from crying.

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