I was exhausted when I walked into McDonald’s that night — moving more out of routine than energy. That’s when I noticed them: a mother in a thin coat, her clothing tired from too many seasons, and a little girl searching the room with the kind of hope children try to hide when they know it might not be rewarded. One small order was placed. Then came a soft request, followed by the kind of gentle but unyielding no that poverty forces people to swallow.Continue reading…
