Kelly Kenoyer
On a bright Saturday morning in mid-October, Louis Carreiro anxiously waited for a car he wouldn’t recognize, peeking out of his tent at every sound.
He had hardly slept that night, nervous and excited in equal measure for the arrival.
Carreiro hadn’t seen his mother, or any of his family for that matter, in more than 20 years, but she was coming for a visit that day.
He’d been on the streets since…