Helping an Abused Girl
One day, while I was biking around the neighborhood, a shock came into my face when I saw a woman beating her daughter up endlessly. I approached them and asked her, "What do you think you're doing? How could you treat the poor girl like that? She's already crying hysterically, and you should be ashamed of yourself!" When the woman heard this, she stormed off angrily. Thus, leaving me and the girl behind. With deep concern, I asked her, "Are you all right, darling?" She replied as tears streamed down her eyes, "No, I'm not. I'm terribly bruised and deeply hurt emotionally." With that, I gave her a big hug and kissed her on the forehead and cheeks. I then told her, "It's going to be all right, love. You're ligtas with me now. Come, let me take you to the doctor to have your bruises cleaned up." She replied, "Oh, thank you so much indeed. You're very sweet to me." I said, "You're welcome. I'm always ready to help. What's your name, my dear?" "My name's Bridget." She responded. I remarked, "How lovely. I'm Nicholas. I'll take good care of you while my parents and I find a new, caring family." Bridget said, "Aw! How nice of you! Thanks again, Nicholas! I really appreciate it." I replied, "Anytime, darling." Soon after Bridget's bruises were cleaned, I took her to my house, introduced her to my parents, and told them about her plight. So, they called an adoption organization to help them find a loving foster family. During the waiting process, Bridget and I had lots of fun playing together and exploring Liverpool. I even let her ride my bike around the front yard. All of these made her happy again. When my parents got another call from the organization and told them that they have found a new family from Manchester for Bridget who was willing to adopt her, I was sad to see her go at first. However, I knew that it was best for her to be with them. I hugged and kissed her once again before she left with the family. She also told me that we might see each other again should I go to Manchester for a visit. This made me smile, and I felt so good on the inside to have been such a big help to Bridget during her road to recovery.
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One day, while I was biking around the neighborhood, a shock came into my face when I saw a woman beating her daughter up endlessly. I approached them and asked her, "What do you think you're doing? How could you treat the poor girl like that? She's already crying hysterically, and you should be ashamed of yourself!" When the woman heard this, she stormed off angrily. Thus, leaving me and the girl behind. With deep concern, I asked her, "Are you all right, darling?" She replied as tears streamed down her eyes, "No, I'm not. I'm terribly bruised and deeply hurt emotionally." With that, I gave her a big hug and kissed her on the forehead and cheeks. I then told her, "It's going to be all right, love. You're ligtas with me now. Come, let me take you to the doctor to have your bruises cleaned up." She replied, "Oh, thank you so much indeed. You're very sweet to me." I said, "You're welcome. I'm always ready to help. What's your name, my dear?" "My name's Bridget." She responded. I remarked, "How lovely. I'm Nicholas. I'll take good care of you while my parents and I find a new, caring family." Bridget said, "Aw! How nice of you! Thanks again, Nicholas! I really appreciate it." I replied, "Anytime, darling." Soon after Bridget's bruises were cleaned, I took her to my house, introduced her to my parents, and told them about her plight. So, they called an adoption organization to help them find a loving foster family. During the waiting process, Bridget and I had lots of fun playing together and exploring Liverpool. I even let her ride my bike around the front yard. All of these made her happy again. When my parents got another call from the organization and told them that they have found a new family from Manchester for Bridget who was willing to adopt her, I was sad to see her go at first. However, I knew that it was best for her to be with them. I hugged and kissed her once again before she left with the family. She also told me that we might see each other again should I go to Manchester for a visit. This made me smile, and I felt so good on the inside to have been such a big help to Bridget during her road to recovery.
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