It was in the morning, 12-year old Dazai woke up and went downstairs when all of a sudden. He stepped on a block and fell all the way down from the stairs, Dazai cried so loud that I heard it when I was in the kitchen.
I walked to the stairs only to see him with cuts and scars all over his body, except for his face. I then carried him and walked into the living room to put him in bandages.
After that, I told Dazai that the scars will be on his body permanently. Dazai started crying again, a cry that made me give him a big hug and kiss on the forehead.
Later in the afternoon, Dazai was laying on the couch in with his shoes off and I was far away from him.
But I noticed that when he got up he had a more softer, innocent look on his face. "I love you Mommy" he said reaching his arms out for another hug, my heart started to warm up he said that line.
"I love you too my son" I said with a smile, I kneeled down and reached my arms out and Dazai ran into me.
I picked him up and walked into the playroom "Hey, do kids want to go shopping for new clothes?" I asked the other kids. They all said yes and went upstairs to put their coats on.
I locked the door from behind and left the house with thecrest of the kids from left to right.