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

he reached over and took the spoon from Lila’s hand, dipping it into her bowl and blowing on the steam until the pasta was cool. He guided the spoon to her mouth, his hand steady for a six-year-old.

“Eat your own, Eli,” I said, setting a bowl in front of him. “I can help her.”

“She only eats if I do it,” Eli said. He did not look up from her bowl.

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