During my daily walk, an
unusually high wind gust picked up a piece of crumpled paper and gently placed
it at my feet. I picked it up and read:
"Dear son: As the care of you has become
too burdensome for my drug-addicted mind and body to bear, I have chosen to leave
you with your Mi-Ma. I know she will
take good care of you. Will you ever
forgive me for being so weak? Your life
will be better off without me. You are
now the five-year-old, “man of the house.”
Take good care of your grandmother, she is frail. Love, Mom.”
I
have often wondered what happened to this poor little boy and his grandmother. If only I knew more…At this point, I kneeled
to pray on the sidewalk. I am so
grateful for my family.
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