For weeks, my daughter kept coming home with free ice cream from a man I’d never met. I thought he was simply being kind, until she repeated something he had said about me that she couldn’t possibly have known.
“Mom, the ice cream truck!”
Ellie shot toward the front door before I could put down the dish I was drying.
“Wait. You don’t have any money.”
She was already slipping on her sandals.
“I don’t need any.”
I stopped.
“What do you mean, you don’t need any?”
By the time I asked, my nine-year-old daughter was already outside.
Through the kitchen window, I watched her hurry toward the ice cream truck parked near the end of our street.
Something about it bothered me.
Because this wasn’t the first time.
For about two weeks, Ellie had been coming back inside with ice cream even though I knew she hadn’t taken any money with her.
We lived in a normal suburban neighborhood, where an ice cream truck came through a few evenings a week during the summer.
Usually, the second Ellie heard the music, she was at the front door asking for three dollars.
Then, one afternoon, she came back holding a strawberry shortcake bar.
“I thought you didn’t have any allowance left.”
“I didn’t need it.”
“Why?”
“The man gave it to me.”
At first, I didn’t think much of it.
There were always neighborhood kids gathered around the truck.
I figured the driver was being nice or had an extra ice cream he couldn’t sell.
Then it happened again.
And again.
By the fourth time, my curiosity had turned into concern.
“Ellie, why does this guy keep giving you free ice cream?”
She shrugged.
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