CHAPTER 7

However, my old truck decided to stop working! The women looked at me worriedly, and I could see their desire to help. Once again, I went out of the truck to check what was wrong, when a service van stopped. I read the label, and it belonged to the charity. I smiled at the missionary who came out first, and she smiled back.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked.

“My truck seemed to be not working,” I replied. I pretended that it was not a big deal but then my child cried loudly. “Excuse me,” I said before going to check on my daughter. She was probably hungry, so I nursed her first before getting out of the truck again. This time, I carried my baby with me.

“Cute,” the missionary said, and I just smiled in response.

“I heard that you are in need of a place to stay, but unfortunately, we are full,” she began to explain and I just nodded my head. “However, we can watch for your child while you look for a job. What do you think?”

“Wow, thank you, Sister!”

“Come inside, and join us for a