Why are there bad people? I

As they drove back from visiting her cousins, an energetic 5-year-old girl played "I Spy" with her parents, who were seated in the front of the car. She was winning the game so far, and her giggles filled the air.

When they reached a junction, a traffic jam brought them to a halt. The little girl stood up between the front seats, scanning her surroundings for her next "I Spy" clue.

Suddenly, a thief snuck up to the car in front of them, yanked off the side mirror, and ran away, leaving everyone in shock. The car fell silent for a moment.

Then, the little girl asked a difficult question: "Daddy, why are there bad people?" Her father remained silent for a while, looking at her anxious face through the rearview mirror. Finally, he spoke.

"Princess, first of all, I'm sorry you had to see that," he said gently, his voice filled with compassion. The mother stretched out her hand to comfort the little girl, who was visibly shaken by the sudden incident.

"It's okay to feel scared or sad when we see bad things happen," her father reassured her. "Do you feel afraid?" he asked, looking at her with concern.

The little girl nodded her head yes, her eyes welling up with tears. "It's okay, honey, we were also scared," her father said, his voice soft and soothing.

The little girl held her mother's hands even tighter, feeling a bit relieved that what she was feeling was okay. She looked up at her mother, who smiled and hugged her close.

Just then, they arrived at a gas station, and the father needed to get out of the car to refuel. "I'll be right back, sweetie," he promised his little girl. "We'll talk more about this when I get back in the car.

This story continues in Part Two.