Get On My Level
I scoured the tiny town looking for an oasis in the desert—Dollar General. On the road for work, I needed a couple of essentials I had left home without, and I was hopeful I could find what I needed. I pulled into the parking lot and my eyes caught the bright flash of their neon pink and orange shirts. Two tiny sisters probably about two and three years old who darted off the sidewalk before their mom could catch them. …