She absentmindedly rubbed the ears of the little dog lying next to her on the sidewalk as the words to the old Gospel song drifted through the church window.
It wasn't long ago she had stood on the altar of her own church singing with the choir, her parents watching with pride.
Absorbed in the music, she didn't notice the elderly woman reaching down to put a dollar in her cup.
As the choir repeated the last verse, she made no move to wipe away the tears rolling down the cheeks which hadn't felt her mother's kiss in nearly two years.
In a whisper, she joined the voices singing "Lead me home."