January 25, 2011
She is absent again today.
No eager hand raised at table one. No sweet, patient spirit to work with Quinn at table two. No look-at-these-new-earrings-I-got greeting at the door this morning.
Because she isn’t here.
She’s at home with her baby sister. Her brother is there, too. “He just turned four!” she told me one day last week.
Her mother got called into work. She’s doing all she can to feed them– Angel and her six siblings– days at the cleaners, nights at the Quick Stop down on Eighth.
She’s feeding them and Angel’s raising them.
“I just turned twelve!” she told me one day last week.