It was almost 90 degrees out, and folks were gathered for the neighborhood block party. Music, food trucks, a bounce house barely holding itself together—typical summer scene. I was working the community outreach table with two officers, just trying to keep the vibe relaxed. No one wants to see a badge unless there’s a good reason.
That’s when this little girl walked right up to us. Couldn’t have been more than three, maybe four.
She had one of those melting freezer pops in one hand—blue raspberry or something—and a folded note in the other.
Didn’t say a word. Just looked up at us, blinked once, and handed the paper over.
The other officer laughed, thinking it was something silly—maybe a kid drawing or a thank-you card.
