Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Keeping track

Sometimes I wish I could electronically tag the kids we come across on the street.

Building trust is hard enough. Week after week, conversation by awkward conversation. Then one day, you lose a child here, and then a child there. Moved on. Another part of town. Sometimes another city (they climb inside the cargo trains, you know). A season’s worth of work - seemingly gone until the next time you catch a glimse of the boy you had come to know by name.

My neck aches from leaning low to decipher worn-out faces amongst the blankets.

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