listened to the cries of an abused child? listened to the story of someone who's never been loved? someone
who hasn't slept in the same bed, heck, even the same house for more than a few months? i have. last night
in fact. i hate neglect. i hate the foster system. i hate the pain. the tears. the nightmares. the injustice.
the only thing i hold onto is the promise. the promise that this is not it.