They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

“I hid it behind the soup so it wouldn’t get stolen,” he said. “I can’t afford a refill until the first of the month.”

Mia stood up. The streetlights reflected in her eyes. They weren’t sad anymore. They were furious. “They threw it away,” she whispered. “They threw his life away because of ‘liability’.”

“It’s private property,” I said softly, playing continue reading …