I moved to my late father’s residence immediately after his funeral. While searching through his belongings, I discovered a photo album. Inside, I discovered scary images of unknown juvenile females, many of them were dirty and even cried.

My dad took all of the pictures. Later, I realized that all of these girls were teens who had been aided by my father to flee difficult conditions at home. He dedicated his life to discovering and assisting those who were most vulnerable and in need. I had no idea because we hadn’t communicated in 15 years before he died.