We had come to recognize his knock, the youngest child of our landlord. He had been coming a couple of times every month for a little of the rent money early. One morning he came for about $20. Later that day we wished we had given him so much more… maybe a smile, words of encouragement, words of life, or a how are you?
For though he was only 16, we will never hear his knock again.
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