I was walking on the street with Helen and some other family members. The police detained us and asked to see what was inside Helen’s backpack. I rolled my eyes, surely they were just wasting time. But then a police man pulled out a fist-sized plastic bag of white powder. Helen was coy. I understood she dealt with drugs in order to sustain her son, and I worried at how tragic this event would be, for her, for her son and for all the family.