Kati’s Laugh
The first time I saw her I cried. We were at the dump and had just gotten all the kids to sit down on the wooden floor of the open shelter where we serve them lunch. Alyssa, who was standing next to me, discretely pointed out one little girl who was sitting rather sheepishly on the wood plank wearing a pink shirt and muddied little skirt.
I hadn't noticed her before this week. As I looked at her, she leaned over a little and the swoop neckline of her pink shirt fell just low enough to see that her chest was covered in bruises, burn marks, and...