One Carpenter Spent His Savings to Keep Five Young Siblings in His Woodshop

hand so tightly his knuckles were white.

His shoes were scuffed at the toes, the leather stretched thin where his feet had outgrown them weeks ago. He did not look at the other children or the volunteer.

I walked over and sat on the floor in front of him, my knees nearly touching his shins.

“We are going in soon, Eli,” I said.

He reached continue reading …