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

on as long as you need,” I said.

He looked back at his sister Lila, who was holding a small plastic truck with three wheels, her fingers turning the axle over and over.

“We don’t like the dark,” Eli said.

I sat on the edge of the lower bunk, the wood creaking slightly under my weight.

“You won’t have to worry about the dark here,” I said.

I looked at my continue reading …