04-23-2008, 11:45 PM
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How could someone not be their for their child? Or any poor child, regardless? Looking over the girl, trying to figure out how someone just overlooked such a hurting child and the thought made her eyes water with sadness. It was then she moved to stand and a smile graced her features. "No leave," she confirmed with a nod and turned to get the girl another piece of meat. She smiled and looked around the house for Giuseppe or Beppe but they were not there. "Maria is my name. You Montidora?" she asked, placing the softened meat out in her hand to prevent getting the couch bloody. Maria sat down carefully and touched the girl's cheek with her other hand out with the food.