Our house is not quiet anymore.

It is full of crayon drawings taped to the walls, and running feet, and Erica’s singing, and the sound of Holly at the piano working out a melody with Bruce beside her on the bench.

Agatha spent years trying to convince the world that three little girls were worth nothing.

Today those three girls are the reason hundreds of families have found safety, and a way out, and the beginning of something better.

I was the woman they called a maid, and a thief, and a gold digger.

But my three daughters call me Mom.