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Simple Things Like Breakfast

I wish I could have taken a picture of what I saw on WhatsApp when I called Javier this morning in Tijuana. He was cooking breakfast for the family (the mom and kids who escaped abuse). It was his specialty (so he said)—French toast! While he was flipping the bread, the little girl who's deaf because of her father's physical abuse got a stool and scooted up right next to him to help him cook. They both looked so happy.