The new girl

A new orphan arrived here a few days ago. She's eleven years old and Child Protection Services came and brought her. She was basically a human trafficking victim, doing labor work for someone with another little girl and ran away. They were in Togo and when they were found and travelled over here, the other girl ran away and M (I'm not even going to attempt to spell her name) came here by herself. When I first saw her she was crying and looked so frightened. I just wanted to hold her, but I knew that would scare her too. Nobody knew what language she spoke because she wouldn't speak to anyone. Luckily, we got her to eat and she went to bed. The next day, she seemed like a brand new girl. She became fast friends with Delight and she was laughing and playing. I couldn't believe how brave and resilient she was. I'm pretty sure she stole some money from my table in my room (it was actually Mawunyo's pocket money which he wanted me to keep safe), but I'm not even that upset because I can't really blame her after what's she's been through. I want her to trust me and know that I'm nonthreatening and I will certainly not harm her in anyway.