'Doggy' Christina yelled, she pointed to an all black dog. Christina & Christopher made a start towards the dog, to pet him. I quickly called to them, 'Christy, Chris, what were you told about strange doggies?' Chris immediately looked at the man holding the leash & asked 'nice doggy?' The man nodded & said 'Pet him if you want, his name is Charcoal' They pet & play with the dog for a little while, I watched, they were having such fun. Christy had a stained, green shirt on, it was ratty & thin, & it barely fit her, but it was the only thing she had that was semi-clean. She had old, gray, faded patched jeans on. Also stained & barely fit her. Her sneakers were old, but they fit her. They had holes in them, which, I had covered with duct tape. Chris had on a striped red & blue shirt, stained, ratty, & barely fitting, & a pair of stained, too-small, brown shorts. He had on sneakers, also too small, & the holes, like his sister's were taped with duct tape. I stood there & stared, trying not to cry...they deserved better. They were just 3 & 1/2, they didn't understand why none of their clothes fit, why we always went on our 'walks', they couldn't, they were babies. Our Dad left. He wanted just me, so when mom got pregnant with the twins, he ran, leaving my mom alone to support us. She works 2 jobs, making about $400 a week if she was lucky. It paid our rent,& a bit more. After a little while,I told the twins we had to go, they came running, like the little angels they were. We walked to a restaurant, where I entered with the twins & asked the manager, 'if I do your dishes, can my little brother & sister eat something?' He looked at us a moment, then asked me. 'What are their names? 'Christopher & Christina sir', I answered. 'I don't need anything, just my brother & sister,' I added. He stared for a moment at their curly blonde heads, then looked back at me & asked, 'how old are they?' 'They're 3 & 1/2 sir', I answered. told us 3 to sit down & went in the back...15 minutes later, the manager came out, holding a box in his hand & a pitcher of juice. He put it down & opened the box, telling us 'Eat what you can, take the rest home' It was a whole pizza. I looked at him & thanked him, almost crying. He told me not to worry about it, I could do the dishes when I was done, & in the mean time, he would keep the twins occupied. I felt so grateful. Many restaurant owners just gave us dirty looks...shooing us out of the place. I felt bad, I wish I could do something. I love school, so much, but my family...Christy & Chris, they needed someone. That someone was me, Evaleigh Justine Mitchell. I would do my best to help them, through this, they were so young, so naive, I had to be there for them. Dad wasn't, mom couldn't, I was all their was. The man came back I was just getting done & cleaning my area, he showed me the place where I could do the dishes, where he could entertain the twins for 10-15 minutes & I could get lost in my thoughts & tears about the way things were. Where I could cry by myself unrestricted, & wonder what could be done to stop this vicious cycle of begging for food & clothing.