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The little girl sat crying on the park bench, clutching a pink backpack with an envelope sticking out of it.
I sat next to her, phone in my hand. “Are you lost?”
“No. My mummy and daddy died and I have to live with Grandma who hates me so I’m running away.”
“Oh, honey,” I said. “I’m so sorry about your parents.”
“Grandma makes me do horrible things and when I complain she makes me read the note mummy and daddy left me before they died.”
She gave me the envelope. The note inside read:
“You made us do this.”