Girl Gives Garbage Man Cupcake, She Wasn’t Prepared For What He Did 6 Months Later

Where was Brooklyn? Traci felt a stab of anxiety. She had looked all over the apartment, in all the places the little girl liked to hide. She had looked under the beds, in the cupboards, and even in the laundry hamper.

They were going to be late for daycare. Her rising panic intensified when she saw that the front door was standing wide open, and Brooklyn’s backpack lay in a corner of the hallway, discarded.

Brooklyn

Little Brooklyn was just three years old, and she still had the wide-eyed wonder that little girls display at that age. Her view of the world was still innocent, and she had not yet been jaded by it. She was always greeting strangers.

Her mother, Traci Raymond Andrake, was concerned at first, but then she put the worry out of her mind.

“It won’t happen,” she thought, “not to us”

A Stranger

“Brooklyn?” Traci called. She took three panicked steps to the front window, and that was when she saw her through the cloudy pane of glass.

Brooklyn’s unmistakable little figure, in her red dress that she had chosen for herself the night before. She was outside on the curb, walking towards a truck, and someone just out of Traci’s view was beckoning to her.

Panic

Traci dashed outside in terror. She had to get to Brooklyn, but she was already halfway down the road. Even though Traci was running at full speed now, she felt like she was moving through water, with heavy limbs.

In reality, it all took place in a matter of minutes, but time seemed to slow against Traci, and she knew that no matter how fast she moved, it would never be fast enough.

Delvar Dopson

She saw little Brooklyn totter to the truck ahead of her. Her tiny little red outline was dwarfed by the massive vehicle. She reached her just as she had made it to the driver’s side of the truck, and she was peering in, talking to someone.

She looked up at the huge man sitting in the drivers’ seat. He beamed down at Traci and Brooklyn with a wide smile.