I caught a shivering boy stealing bread. As I grabbed his arm, he sobbed, “Please don’t call the police, my brothers are starving and mom hasn’t woken up in two days.” skeptical, I followed him to his rundown apartment. When I pushed the bedroom door open, my heart froze…

she chased seven-year-old Mateo and Sofia through the grass. They were strong, brilliant children who knew nothing of the trash heap they had been born into.

And then there was Lucia.

I turned my head as a young woman approached me. She was eighteen now, dressed in a sharp, elegant suit that mirrored my own. She had recently been accepted into the most continue reading …