“The ache for home lives in all of us – the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” – Maya Angelou
We all long for the intimacy of a family – the stability of a place to call home. Some of us have that, and it evokes warm and tender emotions when we think of those we love, and places we gather. Others only dream of such a time.
Home is a vague word nine-year-old named Elise* only dreams of. Her father left when she was very young and died not long after that. She can’t remember what he even looks like. She lived in squalor with her mother, who struggled to find food for them. Life was hard. And then two years ago, Elise’s mother died. She’s nine years old and has never been to school. Scars cover her face and leg – and I wonder how many more scars are left inside?
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