Burnt to the Bottom of the Pan
I was surrounded from all sides with children staring intently on the task that fell so heavily upon my heart. Their faces were like open books seeking the chance to be read and understood. Each face pleaded with my soul and cried out for someone, anyone to be attentive to the need that has been ignored their whole lives. If it had been an adult it would have been seen as pathetic or annoying but because children were the owners of this so prevalent need, their sincerity could not be ignored. I was their glimmer of hope and their outstretched hands portrayed that sentiment perfectly....