"Listen, I want you to go to this place, Cassie," Lydia pointed to the address she wrote on that piece of paper. "Don't forget to buy everything on that list."
Lydia shoves another piece of paper into her hand. She is 12 years old by then and just arrived in this foreign land a few months ago. She has no idea how to get there, but her uncle Martin brought her in that store twice already.
"Remember, if you don't go, you will sleep alone tonight." Mimie threatened her. She is two years older than her.
Cassie looks up to the sky. The clouds were forming and loomed to rain sooner. She wore two layers of clothing to protect her from the cold weather of this country.
She rode the bus that had the same written name on the paper she was holding. She recognized it was the same bus she and her uncle Martin had ridden before. She tried to remember the streets and where they had stopped, but it looked like she was lost now.
