My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

a symbol of hardship.

She was Laya.

Nine years old.

Hated fractions.

Loved chocolate frosting.

Her mother was searching for work.

They were living through a difficult period.

That was all.

I researched several organizations and chose one that operated single-family transitional homes for roughly nine to twelve months.

Families worked with case managers.

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