This year, at our Christmas party, something small stopped us in our tracks.
We set up a simple photo booth. The children lined up, posed, laughed, and then waited for the printouts. As soon as the photos appeared, we watched them studying their own faces with a mix of pride, excitement, and something deeper.

Most of our children don’t have photos of themselves at home. For many, this was the first picture they could hold in their hands. A moment frozen. Proof that they matter.

That little square of paper said everything we’ve tried to build this year. A place where children are seen. A place where they belong. A place that captures who they are now and who they can become.