I’d volunteered at the food bank long enough to know Daniel was a regular. Daniel was no talker, though I’d tried a number of times. No matter what I’d say, Daniel just nodded. One day I asked if there were any children at home. Daniel held up two fingers. I asked, “Girls or boys?” Daniel held up one finger on each hand. I bought a few small toys, wrapped them in plain, brown paper, and slipped it in with Daniel’s food the next week. I probably broke some rules, I know it, but I’ll just have to live with it.