“Camille,” she whispers. “Yes?” “Can I have a hug?” she asks, and my heart splinters at her words. “Of course,” I reply without hesitation. Rushing over to her bed, I sit on the side and gather her up in my arms. She hugs me tightly, her tiny arms gripping my sides as she burrows her head against my chest. It suddenly dawns on me just how broken this poor family is. It’s daunting to think I’m here to help take care of her when what they truly need is so much more, far beyond my abilities. They need each other.
