She told me which crate was mine, I was given instructions on soaping and disinfectants, and I received my first guest. I watched as she pulled up her dirt crusted layers of pants, and took off her filthy socks. As she put her feet in the water she sighed and said “I haven’t been able to soak my feet in months!” I gulped. I prayed “God, do NOT let me cry!” I looked at my dear friend whom I have known for years. This was her 3rd time washing feet. She wasn’t crying. She was happy and chatting it up with her guest. I followed suit. My guest’s feet were not too dirty and I decided to give her a foot massage. She burst into tears. She told me her feet are so tired. She walks all day long.
I asked where she was from and she told me her Clan and her region of AK. I asked why she was on the street. She straight forwardly told me “I cannot stop drinking.”
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