I didn’t have to do anything except gather the plastic bags full of his shirts and pants and socks and underwear and shoes. Bags with books and teddy bears.
All he had.
I stood in the room with others, including his foster Mom.
We just waited watching him weep. Watching a child’s heart break.
He wept so silently and so constantly.
He didn’t know how much love sat in that room with him.
He doesn’t know that today may be the greatest day of his life. The day that changes everything for the better.
Tonight all I can think of is a boy who is in a house that isn’t his. No matter how bad that one was, this one isn’t his.
I’m sorry for what life has visited upon you. You touched people today who will think of you always.
Sleep tonight little man.