Poverty does not recognize borders. When I was a child, we were quite poor, so poor that food was never a certainty. We also had dogs. I can't share what happened because it hurts too much. But this story breaks my heart.
Poverty does not recognize borders. When I was a child, we were quite poor, so poor that food was never a certainty. We also had dogs. I can't share what happened because it hurts too much. But this story breaks my heart.
I'm glad we can have that connection. It does hurt a lot
And it makes us kinder, more sympathetic to others.
I saved my vote for another one of your posts. Here it would turn to dust and do no one any good.
Peace and good health :)
Thank you :)