the donut palace
We drove by the small restaurants and shops tucked away on main and springfield ave, the unwinding streets of Bolivar, Missouri. My youngest sister chatted about her ideas to help the kids in her classroom who couldn't afford to eat lunch at school. And until she could act on these ideas, she was packing extra lunches. Her compassion and desire to deeply love others seems to touch my heart in unexpected ways each time we talk. And that's exactly what we did over donuts one day after school. We talked and giggled and she ate as many donuts as she possibly could.