Her name was Precious.
She was born five years ago tomorrow, on Oct. 25, 2006.
Born into this beautiful world where sunrises are sometimes the color of pumpkins, where a good song can make so many things all right, and where all the best moments are free: holding hands, seventh-inning stretches and the love of an old dog wagging its tail.
Born into this ugly world where people curl up to sleep under bridges, and pills are popped, pipes are smoked and gunshot victims bleed all over emergency room floors.
A world where children watch their fathers beat their mothers, where decisions in big offices make too many folks unemployed who shouldn’t be, and each day, too many tears fall.