“When do I begin?” I asked.
“Right now, if you’re ready,” she answered.
That same afternoon, I stepped into my new apartment on the fifteenth floor. It featured enormous windows, a bright white living room, and a breathtaking view across the city. I ran my fingers over the spotless furniture, half afraid it might disappear.
Only yesterday, my own family refused to even spare an old bed for me.
Today, I had a beautiful place to call home.
The following morning, Mr. Raymond Dalton welcomed me with a firm handshake at his office.
“Welcome, Summer,” the older gentleman said. “Consider this office your new home.”
Our meeting stretched over three hours. The vision was enormous. They planned to offer employment training, counseling, legal assistance, and safe housing for women with nowhere else to turn.
“You understand suffering,” Mr. Dalton said. “That’s exactly why you can build something that lifts people up without taking away their dignity.”
