We were worried about where he would end up. Given his past struggles, we feared he might fall back into trouble. Looking for other work, Babusona ended up at a small hotel, washing dishes and cleaning floors for twelve hours a day, for very little pay. Almost six months had gone by, and then one day, he came back to see me. "Sir," he said, "I'm sorry I ran away. Where I was working, they treated me badly and barely paid me for the work I did." He asked if he could return to Kiran, even if it means there is no business right now. He told me he would rather work hard here, with us, than end up anywhere else.
I couldn't turn him away. I said to myself quietly, This is what charity is meant to do: forgive people, help them find their footing again, and build them back up. Everyone deserves to live with dignity.
And here's the beautiful part: the very week he came back, we received a small order for jute bags, just enough to cover his wages.
