Agnes was from a loving home. She couldn't have hoped for a happier life. She had two kind and caring parents who always encouraged her ever-active imagination. One weekend she was with her grandfather, also a kind and gentile soul, when the unthinkable happened:
A robber broke into her house while her parents were home. He came armed, and her parents were very anti-guns. The robber took advantage of that, and decided to leave no witnesses. He was caught in no time, thanks to neighbors hearing the gunshots, but that didn't make it any easier on little three-year-old Agnes.
The shock of losing his only daughter also took its toll on Agnes's grandfather. He raised Agnes with great care for as long as he could, he even made her a stuffed unicorn, but his old age couldn't keep up with Agnes for as long as he'd hoped. When he got sick and had to be hospitalized, Agnes was sent to the closest, most respected girls' home in town: Miss Hattie's Home for Girls.
When she walked into the door of that orphanage, the first thing she saw was two girls in their Boxes of Shame. She began to talk to them, and the girls were inseparable ever since. It's amazing how quickly one makes friends when they are needed most in your life.