You've just stepped out of the car. It's a regular 5-seater yellow vehicle, slightly on the smaller side, just enough to fit a small family. You're carrying a large brown bag of groceries in one arm, and as you tilt your head up, you smile at something in the distance. Before you can turn to lock the car doors, a child rushes toward you from further down the sidewalk, she must be about 2 or 3 at most. She has short and curly red hair, and fair skin, and you bend low to pick her up with your other outstretched arm.