My Daughter Brought Home a Hungry Classmate
Emma’s backpack landed on the kitchen floor, spilling a toothbrush, spare clothes, crackers, a flashlight, and a folded blanket across the tiles. My fifteen-year-old daughter, Lily, watched quietly as I helped gather them. These were not ordinary belongings. They were the possessions of a teenager prepared to leave home whenever necessary. A few evenings earlier,…