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

a deep, rhythmic quiet.

The quiet breathing of five children sleeping in the solid oak bunk beds I built with my own hands.

The morning light came through the high windows of the shop, cutting through the fine haze of cedar particles in the air. Carter stood by the newly framed doorway on the north wall, his fingers tracing the fresh pine casing.