The bright luxury dining room was filled with sunshine and well dressed guests.
A large American flag hung proudly on the white back wall.
At the head of the long table stood tiny little Lily.
She was balanced nervously on a high wooden kitchen stool.
She wore a dirty white dress covered in small food stains.
Evelyn stood beside her wearing a glittering silver sequin gown.
Evelyn pointed her finger sharply toward Lily's tired face.
Evelyn: Serve my guests first!
Lily: It is too heavy for me!
Evelyn: Do not speak back to me in front of company!
Mark stared in absolute disbelief at the scene before his eyes.
The rich guests were laughing and drinking expensive red wine.
Not a single adult at the table tried to stop Evelyn.
Lily reached down with tiny trembling hands toward a metal pot.
The heavy iron soup pot was steaming hot from the kitchen stove.
Lily held the heavy handles while her legs shook on the stool.
Mark zoomed his eyes closer to his daughter's small skin.
Bright red burns and dark blue bruises covered her small wrists.
Scrapes lined her arms as if she had been working for hours.
A quiet whimpering sound escaped from the young girl's throat.
Pure rage surged through Mark's chest like a burning fire.
His jaw clenched tight as his eyes widened with absolute fury.
He dropped the wrapped dollhouse onto the hard wooden floor.
He stormed across the dining room with fast heavy steps.
Mark: Get your hands off my daughter!