GKSilKamina
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Stories like this make me extremely sad. I remember one time when I was the crying little kid who got lost. Family went to a store, and my brother had asked my parents if he could go to the toy section. I tagged along with him, but he eventually ditched my ass like every good brother.
An older black lady approached me while I was walking around and crying and asked if I was lost. We went to the check-out area of the store and stood there waiting. She'd ask me if the people walking by were either my mom/dad. Eventually my mom comes up running in a panic and thanks the woman. I was probably four or five at the time, but I've never forgotten the woman who helped me.
If that had happened today instead that poor woman probably would've had the cops called on her.
An older black lady approached me while I was walking around and crying and asked if I was lost. We went to the check-out area of the store and stood there waiting. She'd ask me if the people walking by were either my mom/dad. Eventually my mom comes up running in a panic and thanks the woman. I was probably four or five at the time, but I've never forgotten the woman who helped me.
If that had happened today instead that poor woman probably would've had the cops called on her.