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

the red truck, then up at Carter.

“Is this one yours?” Eli asked.

Carter picked up the toy, his thumb feeling the empty space where the rear wheel should have been.

“It was,” Carter said.

He set it back down on the center of the desk, where the light from the desk lamp fell directly across its cab.

“We have enough wood to build whatever we need now,” Carter continue reading …