I first meet this little girl when she was maybe a year old. She was so precious and innocent. The down fall was she was growing up in a house with drugs and random strangers. Way before i was mom or knew anything about child Endangerment or basically anything about the love for a child and parenting. She was just another baby to me, although i adored her. As far as i know she was never abused our mistreated. You could tell everyone that lived there loved her. Tonight i see her for the first time since then.. She's like 5 -6 now barefoot in a laundry mat.. In a night gown.. Matted hair.. Definitely not the previous baby girl i used to know. All because her mother choose boyfriends and drugs. Ugh.