God Bless You, Dad

One day, in this shanty, little neighborhood. My neighbors take in these 2 foster girls. Not a sanitary place to be with these rats running around, and murderouse people everywhere. But at least they have a home...right?

3 days later...

Knock, knock
Who's that..?

The 2 foster girls are standing at my front door? They should be at home...
"Hello. Why aren't you with your foster parents?"
The girls respond,"Mister, we haven't eaten in 3 days."
So that's why they look like premature skeletons...
"Come on in. I'll give you something to eat, and we'll just figure this thing out."
"Thank you, sir."

I call the police to report child neglect and abuse. I keep the 2 girls with me... No one responds 'til about 4 days later. Finally. I didn't mind their company, just I can't stand when the police would think it's not a big deal.

The girls thank me for all my help, and they go to a more friendly neighborhood. One with out poverty and so much disease.
They're safe now...