My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

were forty thank-you cards, handwritten, spanning five years.

“Thank you, Miss Mary. Your food tastes like a hug,” from a six-year-old girl whose family came every Thursday.

“You don’t just feed us, Mary. You remind us we matter. That someone sees us.” Mrs. Torres said that in a video interview we did for a grant application.

I kept that card on my desk.continue reading …