Julieth is a sweet, quiet girl here at the home. Tonight as I was finally heading inside to see Jessie, she stopped me by our gate and with the encouragement of some friends told me one of the saddest stories I've ever heard. Her father was a drug addict and abandoned her mother and moved in with another woman. Finally, earlier this year (some of the details were unclear due to my still improving Spanish) her mother and grandfather stabbed him and slit his throat killing him.
She finished her story and then sadly looked up and me and asked me for advice. What do you say? where do you even begin?
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