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

to a teenager—a runaway, looked about 16. The kid was terrified, shaking, trying to be invisible. Mia didn’t offer him a lecture. She didn’t offer him a bootstrap speech. She reached into her backpack—the same one she uses for deliveries—and pulled out a zipper case. She handed him a pen (a writing pen, not a medical one) and a notebook. And then she continue reading …