I walked into a shop, looking for a new dress for Christmas. There were many other ladies in the shop, picking, fighting over dresses. I took a closer look at one green dress,when I noticed a little girl, dressed in an old faded brown dress, with ripped old shoes, walking around, tugging dresses and asking for money.
It hit me that she was asking for donations. I felt terrible. The girl had poorly kept brown hair, and a face with some smudged mud on, but her face was cute like a pixies. She tugged a lady with a blue dress, and the woman looked at her. The girl held out a hand, but the lady simply raised her hand, ready to slap her. Before she could hit her though, I caught her hand.
"It's not ladylike to raise a hand against children" I said simply, I gently took one of the girls hands and lead her out of the store, but not before leaving that horrid woman one last glare.
We went to another dress shop. "Thank you, Miss" the girl bowed before turning to leave. "Wait" I reached for her shoulder. "Why are you asking for money?" She turns back to me. "My mother is ill, my father is dead, so to feed both of us, I ask for money"she says sadly. My heart breaks. Then I had the best idea. I took her hand once again and went to another fancy dress shop. I see her eyes widen."pick a dress, anything you'd like" I said. She looks at me. "No no! It's ok" she says. "No, go pick. Anything" I insisted. She went up to a silky sparkling pink dress with ruffles. I smile. I go over and take it off the rack, and to get a of matching pair of shoes, and jewelry. I paid for it all and tied the bag up tightly, and gave it to the shocked girl. "Can you get home alright?" I asked. She nods. She hugs me. "Thank you so much!" She cries happily. My smile grows and I hugged her back, and placed a small kiss on her forehead. "Merry Christmas!" I say when she waves and leaves. "Merry Christmas!" I heard her call back.