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

bedroom door.

I tore a small strip of eighty-grit paper and went back to the bunks.

I began to sand the sharp edges of the guardrails, moving the paper in long, steady strokes.

The physical work was the only thing that stopped my head from spinning.

Carter wrapping his bleeding palm in a dusty shop towel and continuing to sand the bunk bed rails.

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