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

was sitting next to Daniel. Her hand, which had been tapping her silver pen against her clipboard for two hours, stopped.

“The transport worker came in to take my brother first,” I said. “He did not want to go. He reached back for my hand.”

I looked at Daniel, whose eyes were fixed on the floor.

“I watched the door close on my brother’s hand, your honor,continue reading …