The day Erika left her two sons at an orphanage felt like the end of her world. But when generous donors gave her a way to pick up the pieces of her life, she started a path forward that led her back to the light — and back to her kids.
Erika’s stained clothes draped loosely off her already tiny frame. Her hair was snarled and knotted — her skin dirty.
She held one little boy in one arm and clutched another’s hand. Both boys, like their mom, were thin and messy.
They dipped through the doorway of a two-story building on a street stacked with single-room homes in southern Bogotá, not far from the hilly area where Erika grew up. Continue reading “On Her Darkest Day”