Amy can point out 19 houses where she grew up in her Mississippi hometown.
That tally doesn’t include the places in other cities and states where child welfare workers took her to live.
Driving around a corner on a residential street dusted in green pollen, Amy noted the patch of wild spearmint she once plucked for tea with her mother and sisters.
She remembered climbing pecan trees in the yard of a foster mom who taught Amy to cook but beat her own daughter.
She pointed up a hill to the children’s shelter. It was the only place Amy and her four sisters were together after being taken from their family.
