Poverty sometimes leads to frustration, then regret, and later, understanding.
“Put on your shoes. I need you to go to the store for me.”
Ah. Back in the day. Neighborhoods had local grocery stores within walking distance. The streets were reasonably safe. You could have your eight-year-old child walk to
“My parents abandoned me at birth.
But this is where I destroyed myself.”
Catalina, a slender young woman with messily swept-up brown hair that reveals old drug burns and cuts, says this with a wave of her hand and lips that twist ever so slightly. She's had a long time to