It was a cold Saturday evening when i walked up the flight of stairs to a small 1 bedroom apartment. I had been given information that there was a single mom with four children that had recently come from Zaire that could use help.

My knock at the door was greeted with a teenage girl smiling from ear to ear, saying “Welcome!”  The rest of the family was in the unlit apartment sitting on the only piece of furniture, a small couch.  They were huddled around the small glow of a phone light reading a book.

I asked for mom and the young lady said, “Welcome!”  A young teenage or preteen boy came forward with the rest of the family following, and said “Hi!”  I asked him if he spoke English and after he said yes I asked him to translate.  I explained the story and gave mom the card, which caused the smiles to grow from all of them.