Reina is fifteen years old. On a good day she functions as a six or seven year old. She and her sibling came from some the most extreme poverty imaginable. Reina is not in school this year. She has more opportunity to do some of the paid jobs at Casa. Every Sunday, without fail, when the kids are paid, she spend every thing she has in the store. Cokes, chips, cookies. She leaves with both hands full and a big smile on her face.
Visitation is the last Friday of every month. Reina's parents may be the poorest of all the parents, but they always find a way to get here. Always.
After visitation two weeks ago, Reina was working harder. Doing more of the paid jobs. She walked up to me and said she was not going to buy Sunday after she was paid. She has decided she is going to earn all the money she can and give it to her mother at the end of this month. Now, bear in mind, we don't pay big amounts for these jobs. And, she was true to her word. She did not buy a single thing on Sunday.
Isn't that the sweetest thing you have heard in a long time?
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