Author's note: This is a point of view piece on the short story Thank You, Ma'am.
Right foot, left foot, right foot left foot. Don’t forget to breathe. Right fo…. Aghhhh whats that. Quickly react, something's touching my purse. It’s a boy, about fifteen years old. Now what is he doing? He is trying to steal my purse, aghhh don't let him. Pull back. Pull! Oops he fell. Should I pick him up or leave him there? Ah whatever I'll just kick him in the blue jean sitter. Lets pick him up. Now what does he think he's doing? He was probably just hungry. Oh he doesn’t have a family, that makes me feel bad.
I'm hungry, do you think he wants anything to eat? I will make some food. I wonder if he actually liked it. He's walking away….. Hmmm should I trust him? I guess if he runs I could just call the police, so I'll trust him. Wow he is changing, I feel maybe I shall let him get those shoes. I guess I will give him some money to buy those shoes. I really hope he doesn’t go stealing more purses.
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