| So it's possible that she's older than she looks (to me she looks like she's about 8 but maybe she's 11 or 12...I can't tell).
She buys a lot of ramen, especially at the end of the month when the food stamp money is running low.
I don't know whether I know her mother or not...it's quite possible that I do. I just don't know; all I know is, this kid has made a major impression on me.
I want to make her smile. I want to see her NOT look like the weight of the world is on her shoulders.
I want her to stop making me want to cry...because she's way too young to be so serious all the time...I think (I do not know) that she's the oldest child, and I think (again, I do not know) that she is responsible for taking care of her siblings.
She always has enough money to pay for...whatever. Sometimes it's minutes for a cell phone -- that's gotta be an errand for the parent. Sometimes it's candy. Sometimes it's six or eight packets of ramen. But she always has the cash, or she has the food stamp card, to pay for whatever she is sent to buy.
You don't know how rare this is:
But she always has the cash, or she has the food stamp card, to pay for whatever she is sent to buy.
I have to deal with many adults who can't add or subtract. Not to mention the fifth-graders who can't put ten dimes together and make it turn into a dollar.
(Yes, we need a better education system. I am so glad I graduated eons ago when teachers actually taught stuff.)
Back to the girl: What can I do? She has touched me as few others at work have: most of them are assholes, or at best, very sweet passing acquaintances. & Yeah, I like the sweet customers who know what they want, don't cause any trouble, and are...just sweet.
But this girl troubles me. She's smart, she's responsible, and...I'm afraid for her. She shouldn't have the weight of the world on her shoulders even if she's older than I think she is. I mean, I made her smile, once, but mostly...she's very serious. Very concerned. Very responsible, which is normally a good thing, but...when does she get to have fun? How is it that a wage-slave in a convenience store is trying to think up ways to make her smile?
This is...I dunno, just a way for me to try to work out what I think, I guess, but really any suggestions are welcome. I don't want to turn that family into one of the government's programs: the kids are all right, really.
But the serious expression on that girl's face tells me that (a) she has too many responsibilities to have much fun and (b) she has too many responsibilities, period.
And I worry...for what might happen when she's older, and the weight on her shoulders comes crashing down into her psyche...will she drink? turn to drugs? None of my business, but I'm telling you: this kid could have a future. A good future. If someone mentored her. If only I knew how to find that mentor.
And so, I come back to the reason I wrote this diary: how can I help? And how can I help without seeming to intrude? |