The kitchen is my son Christian’s favorite place; he loves cooking. Since we moved to the refuge house, he has changed completely, rediscovering his childhood. He is more social and joyful; on the street, he sings and dances. Before, he was withdrawn, silent, avoided eye contact. He didn’t trust people, but now he has opened up and blossomed. Today he hugs the staff. My children, here, have been born a second time.

Toy kitchen in the shelter’s communal space.