This is Marie's Tent on the outskirts of Skid Row.
For the first time in a long time, she could control her own space.
Every week now, for years, we've stopped, chatted and served Marie.
She's not an addict or mentally ill. She is very very poor. She is a grandmother who has had to fend for herself for years.
In the last months of her street life, she watched a young warehouse party-goer get shot dead, directly across from her tent.
The list of what she’s endured is thick…
Despite that, Marie, or Mommy as we always called her, never failed to bless us and ask us how we were doing, how we were "holding up”.