My Day at the Police Station!

My Day at the Police Station! Last week, we had a young 13 year old girl show up at the gate of Grace Gardens. She banged on the door and begged us for help. Turns out, she was sold to the neighbors as a house girl and she has been being beaten, kept filthy, and other...

Chicago- By Jocelyn Camiola

(Instead of writing myself, I am sharing some of Jocelyn’s writing. She is only 14!) I count each step as I go up them, one block of cement after another until I reach the end of this dismal tunnel in the form of a large, grey, plain, metal door. The only hint...

Right Where I am Supposed to Be!

Transition is always hard.  But this time, it feels extra hard.  We feel like we did not leave the US well.  We missed saying goodbye to so many people and we rushed when packing so much that we forgot several things. When we arrived, we had to move into a small...