he knows that his mother didn't want him, he seems sure of that.
he knows that the person who was to care for him, made him work.
like a slave.
he knows hunger. and pain.
he knows that life is hard.
he can curse like a sailor.
he showed me scars and I know i didn't hide my horror at the
he reassured me he was okay.
he reassured me.
and then after some discussion,
he trusted me.
he gave me a chance.
he let me hug him.
and he listened to my promise of love and safety.
and with big brown eyes, he took my hand and walked in the big doors of this home.
and I am amazed...
At the sheer gravity of his little life.
and at his strength and resilience.