It’s just after noon on a Wednesday — seven days into summer vacation. The aroma of bacon, eggs and waffles greets you as you enter the front door. A re-run of “Law and Order” is on the TV, but no one is watching it. A blond teenaged girl scrambles eggs on the stove while a shorter, brown-skinned girl, with sleep still in her eyes, yells down the hall for another to come eat breakfast. It feels as if you’ve just entered someone’s home, rather than a children’s shelter.