PART 3   I stared at the hospital bracelet in the lunchbox until the letters of my own name blurred.

Two years passed.

Grace’s Table grew from Saturday lunches to three meals a week.

We added a clothing closet.

Then a legal referral desk.

Then a small program helping people get IDs, because Walter told me once that losing documents can make a person disappear faster than losing money.

He was right.

I watched people change when they received an ID card.

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