She sat in the passenger seat next to me, silent tears running down her beautiful cheeks and although I wanted her to tell me everything, I respected her silence. My 9 year old daughter had endured more than any 9 year old should have to endure.
Sitting on my balcony, enjoying the beautiful crisp morning, my meditation was interrupted by the sound of yelling. It was a female voice. I opened my eyes and saw a young boy carrying a garbage bag running ahead of the yelling sound. Around the corner came the source of the shrill, angry voice. I heard […]