He sat and he cried.
His heart confused and full of rage.
He stared at his infant brother.
Feeling inadequate at only age four.
Now having to be both mother and father.
He sat and he cried.
He stared at his dad.
John was emotionally lost and mourning the travesty to a bottle of Kentucky Red.
He sat and he cried.
Cried for hours with nary a tear shed.
Dean was broken long before he was ever told such.