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It was a gorgeous day in Brooklyn. The weather was clear, kids were playing in the water from a hydrant, disgruntled drivers were honking their horns, and your stomach…well that was growling. As you sat on a bench, you rubbed your stomach, frustrated at the fact that you did not have any food as well as a home.
Three weeks ago, you were kicked out of the apartment where you had lived for 23 years. You grew up not having much. Your father had died from tuberculosis when you were ten and your mother was currently in a hospital due to complications of pneumonia. You had very little money and paying both the rent and your mother’s treatment was difficult. Eventually, your landlord was fed up with the lack of payments and you were kicked out. The only things you managed to take was a bag, some photos of your family, and the two other dresses you owned. Your whole life was falling apart.
So here you were, in the middle of the park looking quite pitiful. Your dress was a bit dirty and your shoes were scuffed. Your dark hair was slightly disheveled and your warm, brown eyes looked tired from the bags that grew underneath. Your stomach groaned again, angry with you for not giving it the food it demanded. You wrapped your arms around your stomach and clenched your eyes shut. How were going to get through this? How were you going to help your mother? You were so caught up in your thoughts and pain, you did not notice the two boys who were coming over to you.
“Are you alright miss? Do you need any help?”
You looked up to see who spoke. In front of you was a short blond whose eyes held concern. He looked as if he had been sick all of his life. Next to him was a tall brunette who appeared to have a boyish charm about him.
“Honestly, I’m not doing too great over here. I really could use a burger about now.”
Steve frowned at the answer. From your appearance and the bag that was sitting next to you, he gathered that you were probably homeless. He really wanted to help you.
“When was the last time you ate?”
“Umm...about two days ago?”
“Would you like something to eat?” This time it was the brunette who spoke up.
You were a bit hesitant to answer. You really needed to eat something, but it wasn’t every day two white guys came up to a black girl out of concern for her well-being. The neighborhood where you lived was quite diverse, but there was still a lot of prejudice going around. The two of them seemed genuinely worried though.
“Please?”
Both boys seemed pleased with your answer and grinned at each other.
“Okay, let’s get you a burger. By the way, got a name, doll?”