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Hazel grabbed her little bag and slipped out the back door of her house, crying. Her daddy had just hit her again. Her mommy had shouted at her. She didn’t want them to hit or shout at her anymore. She didn’t want to be there anymore. She could hear their shouts following her but they didn’t come after her.

When she got home she would be punished for leaving like that. But she wouldn’t think about it right now.

She wandered the streets, gazing around at the shops, forcing her cries to go quiet, gulping and hiccupping as she fought her crying to stay away. She was so hungry. She put her hand into her bag, feeling the hard coins inside. Maybe she would have enough for a little something to eat. She knew she wouldn’t be allowed to eat tonight as part of her punishment for being bad. Even when her parents did give her food it was never a lot. They always ate most of the food and gave her the tiny bits they didn’t want. She was always hungry.

Why don’t they love me? She found herself wondering sadly. Why do they always hit me and yell at me?

She felt like she might start crying again so she forced herself to stop thinking about her parents. She suddenly noticed a wonderful smell in the air. Her stomach rumbled. She began to follow it and ended up at the door of the bakery.

She touched at the coins inside her bag again. She wanted something from there. She pulled the door open and stepped inside. Immediately her eyes stared at all the delicious baked goods, her nose sniffing the many wonderful smells. Her stomach rumbled again.