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A Village


Sitting in the Juvenile Justice Center today, I watched the lobby fill with families, advocates, and children. It’s a heavy environment, and you can’t help but pick up on the fragments of stories through overheard conversations and small interactions.


Witnessing a child being told "that’s enough hugging" or being corrected on their appearance reveals so much about the invisible weight these families are carrying. It’s a sobering reminder that many children are navigating fractured lives and systems they didn’t choose. They are the innocent ones in the middle of it all, often missing out on that pure, unconditional, genial love that every child deserves.


But even in those tough rooms, I’m reminded that family isn't always defined by blood. It’s defined by who shows up, who advocates, and who chooses to be there when the road gets rocky. My heart was heavy today, but it’s also focused on the importance of the village we build around those who need it most.

 
 
 

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