· — a little more kindness,
a little less judgement
"It's okay, sweetie. Do you remember their phone number? We can call them." Kira suggested it, but the child cried.
"N-no, I don't remember..." She sniffled.
"Oh, you poor child. It's fine. How about we wait inside a bit and wait for them to come back and get you?" The girl nodded, and Kira held her hand as they walked inside after throwing her little juice carton in the bin outside.
"Hello! Welcome to Lawson." The young woman said this joyfully as she saw Kira enter. Her eyes have eyebags, showing that she hasn't slept properly for a while.
"Hello. Is it okay if we stay inside for a while? This child's separated from her parents." Kira informs her, and the woman pities the child. It takes her a while to recognize the child.
"Hey, you're the child of those foreigners. How did you get separated?" The woman asked as she leaned down on the counter with her elbows.
