A girl sends you a friend request. You don’t know her, but she’s got an impressive profile pic, so you accept.
You turn back, and notice your daughter. She is in a school uniform. It’s her first day at school! She looks sooo cute in her new outfit, you just have to click a picture and put it on Facebook so all your friends and family can see. You’re so excited dropping her at school that you “Check In” to her school on FB saying, “I can’t believe how big she’s gotten. Time sure flies. So proud!”
Meanwhile, the mystery lady whose friend request you hurriedly accepted earlier this morning is saving that picture you posted of your daughter some time ago, and texting it to 60 men across the world with the caption “Indian female. Age 4. Brown hair, brown eyes. $2,500.”
Not only did you provide a picture of your little girl to a child trafficker, you’ve handed her the name and exact location of your child’s school on a silver cyber platter.
You go to pick your daughter up at 3:00 this afternoon, but she’s nowhere to be found. Little do you know, your precious baby girl was sold to a 43-year-old pedophile before you even stepped foot off campus this morning, and now she’s on her way to South Africa with a bag over her head, confused, terrified and crying because a man she’s never seen before picked her up from school, and now she doesn’t know where her parents are, where she’s going, or what’s gonna happen to her.