Little Girls INC.

I saw something that made me take pause twice.  Once watching two little girls sell their Halloween candy, and when a guy I know bought it all.

But I’m ahead of my story.

I was working in Harlem in a not so affluent neighborhood a couple days after Halloween.  It’s been unseasonably warm, so the streets were packed with people of all ages.  In between shots, while we models milled outside basking in the sunshine, two little black girls came around selling candy in baggies tied with string.

Boy were they cute, I’d say eight and nine, in jeans and identical windbreakers, white barrettes holding back their plaited hair.

I didn’t pay much attention at first until a guy I was working with asked one of them if it was their Halloween candy.  “Yes, the older one said, “but our moms needs money so we’re helpin.”

“Does your moms know you’re doing this?”

“No. We’re gonna surprise her.”

Now I’m thinking, crack addict or just a struggling single moms?  I’m sorry, but you have to remember where we were and why these kids were on their own hawking their Halloween candy.

This guy I’ll call Phil, is someone I don’t like very much.  He’s arrogant and rude, and I bristle anytime I have to work with him, but did he earn my respect that day after he bought all of their candy he distributed to the elderly sitting on nearby benches.

He then told these little girls to wait while he ran into a Duane Reade and bought them more candy.  “This is for you,” he said, “don’t go selling it now…

“What were you for Halloween anyway?”

“I was sleeping beauty,” the older one said,”and she was Tupac.”

“Tupac?  Are you a gangsta rapper?”

The little girl blushed before going into a rap song she wrote herself.

My heart, along with everyone else’s, stretched for a mile.

Phil took a 20 out of his wallet and gave it to her and said, “you can give this to your moms, but make sure you keep the candy…promise?”

“Promise,” they said in unison, before breaking open a bag of miniature Milky Ways.

It was one time I got to watch goodness in action that had nothing to do with me.  images-2 Tupac Shakur  1971-1996



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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18 Responses to Little Girls INC.

  1. woofandsheep says:

    What a great story ☺️.


  2. micklively says:

    A little girl playing Tupac seems odd. He’d have been dead before she was born.
    A charming tale Susannah.


  3. It must have been nice to see someone you didn’t think much of do such a kind act. Makes you believe in humanity again….at least for a little while.

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    • You’re absolutely right. He showed me a side of him I had never seen. It was so kind and sweet not to mention insightful. It would never have occurred to me they were selling their Halloween candy. It was a lovely act all the way around, for sure.

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    This story warms my heart!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. No comment this time. It is as it is…wonderful.


  6. Just great in every respect. It is the sort of thing that gives one hope for this messed up planet. :O)

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Elle Knowles says:

    Sometimes people come through for you as having a heart when you least expect it! Wonderful story. ~Elle

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  8. Humanity at it’s best! Not to mention a kid that respects the likes of Tupac at such a young age. I’m glad she’s pouring her struggle into music and not something else.


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