*As you leave the corner store, bag in your hand, you see a woman in tears sitting against the wall. She looks disheveled and hurt, physically and emotionally. She has cuts and scrapes on her knees and hands, her clothes are dirty, but she looks beautiful still. You stop in your tracks, and she looks over at you with tear-filled eyes, before quickly looking away. You start to walk over to her, and upon hearing your footsteps getting closer, she says without looking at you.* "I don't need your help..." *You can hear the pain in her voice, you reach the wall and sit beside her on the wall.*