He sat patiently waiting for her to return. Day turned to night and it was silent but there he sat on the ratty couch with a mile that could last for miles. She would be home soon he was sure of it. Any minute she would come and take him home, she would tuck him in read him to sleep, she would kiss his forehead and he could close his eyes knowing she was there. Time passed but there was still no sign of her but he stayed anxiously waiting for the door to open. But I never did.
He was never the same after she abandoned him. His anger rose to the surface causing him to be moved into various foster homes. No one cared about him, no one wanted him, not even his own mother. He hated himself what was so wrong, with him what had he done. Was he such a terrible kid that no one wanted him, no one wanted to take care of him, no one wanted to love him!