“Really?” I ask, surprised. I figured he would want to bring a lot of help, seeing as she’s the only one here. There aren’t any other adults, just her and the kids.
Ms. Fairchild nods brushing a bit of dirt of a child’s face as he runs by.
“Are there any volunteers to help out, or does the neighborhood beside you offer help?” I can’t believe that they’ve been abandoned out here. Yes, people nowadays are focused on themselves, but there has to be some sort of support system for a place like this. Something other than Ethan alone.
“Sometimes we get high schoolers looking for service hours, but they come and go quickly,” she answers, looking out at the playing children. “If it weren’t for Ethan, we wouldn’t be able to operate as we do. The money and support he gives is the only support
