Everything that could be burned has been burned. Parts of the metal roof are being laid against a parking lot curb and propped up with boards. The boys are now sleeping under these makeshift lean-tos. The other evening when we brought food, one of the boys had collected cardboard boxes and threw them onto the fire that keeps them warm. We generally stand around the fire, hands extended to warm our cold fingers.
Rain is now the order of the day, cold rain.
The helpless feeling is overwhelming. I bring them food, they ask for clothing. These kids lack the basic necessities of life. They need to dull their senses to their very painful circumstances. Sometimes I wonder what I am doing here.