“Get out! And don’t you ever come back!”

The angry voice of the store manager echoed through the cold October air as Lily Parker, a frail ten-year-old girl, stumbled out of the small grocery store in downtown Chicago. Her face was red from tears, her tiny hands clutching a worn-out jacket. In those hands, she had held a single box of milk—until it was snatched away.

Lily wasn’t a thief. Continues…