Imagine

She is surrounded by feces. She has cleaned it to the best of her ability, but she knows it will happen again. Her mom is dying of AIDS and she is caring for her. She is hungry. The only clothes she owns are the ones she is wearing. She is not currently receiving an education. She has tears just underneath the surface of her eyelids. When her mom sees them, she tells her to stop. Her mother considers her grown at the age of 16. You guess, Africa? Nope, this isn't another link to any other site or organization. I just wanted to share with you my hospice job today, here, in America.