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

up and took Lila’s hand, his small fingers wrapping completely around her wrist.

“We are going home now,” I said as I reached them.

The other three children, the younger boys and the toddler, looked up from the gravel. They had been drawing circles in the dust with their shoes, their small heels leaving white lines on the stones.

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