I Bought Two Cupcakes for a Crying Little Girl in a Café – Days Later, I Opened My Door and Froze

It was like something out of a movie: a metal table, two chairs, and a camera in the corner with its red light blinking.

Recording everything.

“Can you tell us exactly what happened the day you met the girl?”

“I saw a little girl crying. She told me about her mom.

I bought her cupcakes. That’s all.”

“Did you know her?”

“No.”

“Had you spoken to her before that day?”

He nodded slowly, writing something down.

Each scratch of his pen felt like an accusation.

“Did you give her anything else besides the cupcakes?”

The pen stopped.

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