“Every Saturday, he comes to me and says he must take a bath. The ‘americana’ is at the court, he says.” She blows her cigarette smoke in my face as only she can. “He likes to listen to your stories.” She is the grandmother whom I have known now for over a year. She is a hard, cold, cruel woman. And I have had many heated discussions with her about her grandchildren. There are 4 of them. One, I rescued a year ago. She was almost dead. That little girl is still in our home. I refuse to give her back. Read more

The phone call was sketchy. A referral from Social Services in a city several hours away. Another orphanage had been called but they refused the case. We, my social worker, driver, and sister-in-law with her camera, left the next morning unsure of what to expect. Read more