Shay
“Hello ma’am, I saw you had a help-wanted sign on your window. I can do anything,” he said quickly.
“Come sit down,” I said, eyeing him. He was so skinny, his clothes were stained, and his right tennis shoe had a hole where his big toe poked through. I had two cupcakes left on the plate and I offered him one with a glass of water.
“Thank you,” he said. He was very polite.
“What’s your name?”
“Trevor, Trevor Neilson.”
“How old are you?”
He looked down at his cupcake. I was surprised he wasn’t devouring it. He looked so hungry.
“I’m fourteen,” he whispered.
“You’re a little too young to work. Why aren’t you in school?”
“It’s still winter break. I know I’m young, but I need to make money and I really will do anything. I can clean, sweep, mop, clean the bathrooms, wash di
