How We Nourished Each Other When the Fridge Was Empty

They brought to mind ninjas, but neither of them clad in black, slim of figure, or that fleet of foot. Instead, they stood two short Hmong women, one heavy with age, and the other still young, but wearied by life. We lived in the McDonough Housing Project.

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