One Sunday Morning
I have been a Sunday school teacher for many years, and spend several days a week volunteering at the local Christian rehab. One Sunday morning in particular, I noticed a little girl in my Sunday school class that I had seen visiting a man at the rehab center. Sally sat alone, a book in her hand, staring at the floor. After class, she wanted me to listen while she read. When she was finished, I asked her if her parents listened to her reading at home. She explained that she lived with her dad and that because he drank a lot, he was always asleep when she got home from school. I told her that I was always available to listen to her read or if she just needed someone to talk to.