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

of pasta to soften.

I stared at the five empty bowls, wondering if they would look at the chipped red one and fight over who had to use it.

Would Eli take the chipped one to save his sister from having it?

I set the jar of sauce on the counter, the glass clinking against the Formica.

I had twenty-four hours to make this place look like a home, and I did continue reading …