No Place for Kids

This morning before I went to see Steph, I ran into a little girl in the hallway who was doing a classic kids' thing - drawing on the wall with a broken crayon.  How sad...  This is no place to bring a child.  I know that someone might not have had a choice, but... it's, still, sad.

I told her to wait a minute, and went back to get a box of crayons and a large pad for her to draw on, but she was gone when I returned - probably afraid she was going to get into trouble even though I'd tried to reassure her she was not.

Ah well... if I see her again, I suppose.

It's disturbing to me to know that there's a child living here.  It isn't a hellhole or anything, not by a long shot, but it isn't a place for kids.  There are things they shouldn't see or hear that might not bother an adult, but...  well, it just isn't right.