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

small chip on the outer edge.

Five bowls.

I looked at them sitting in a neat row next to the stove.

My hand throbbed under the shop towel.

I untied the rag, exposing the deep cut on my palm.

The edges of the skin were white and jagged, but the bleeding had stopped, leaving a dark crust.

I rubbed my thumb against my palm anyway, forgetting the cut for a split continue reading …