I get a phone call one night from Tenele: “Mom, it’s not good here. My mother is talking things again and she just want money. She no want me here. I’m going to leave at month’s end.” I’m not surprised. Deep down I knew this was going to be the result, but I had hoped
Read MoreI know these streets so well. I’ve walked them hundreds of times. Yet, somehow they seem foreign now in the dark. Nighttime transforms them into a world I do not know. Nor want to know. “Let’s just drive a couple laps around and pray for those we see,” Rachel comments. It’s our first street night.
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