This is a story of heartbreak and hope – and neither end of the tale made the news.
A curious combination of factors recently led me to these events on a street in South Los Angeles, where worn houses and skinny palm trees can sometimes trick you into seeing nothing much.
Then a crumpled baby bottle near a truck’s tire caught my eye and kicked me in the gut.
The bottle belonged to a toddler who had just been crushed to death.
The mother lost track of the baby. The baby crawled behind the wheel of a neighbor’s truck. The neighbor didn’t notice the child there. read more »