His mother said she would be back soon.
Anxious, he watched the kitchen clock.
As the afternoon drew on, she never came home.
A priest and I told him the terrible bad news. A
heart attack had killed her. A precious life described his
beloved mother who was an angel. I took care of him
until we went our separate ways. Was it a coincidence or
miracle that the Lord brought me into the life of this
young man with Down Syndrome?