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

I go in the back?” Eli asked.

“The back corner,” I said. “The blue one is yours.”

He climbed over the seat frame, his small shoes scraping the rusted wheel well. He sat down and pulled the straps over his own shoulders, waiting for me to pull them tight.

His feet dangled six inches above the floor boards, his worn sneakers looking even smaller against continue reading …