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

wooden post I had sanded down the night before. His smaller siblings were clustered on the floor behind him, silent and watching.

“Is the paint dry?” Eli asked.

“It is,” I said. “You can touch it.”

He ran his fingers over the smooth rail, then looked up at me.

“Do we have to sleep with the lights off?” he whispered.

“You can keep them continue reading …