Disclaimer: I don't own Monk
For now he was just a child. He had no idea what his life would hold. The name Trudy meant absolutely nothing to him at that point in his life though twelve years later his eyes would light up whenever he heard the name of that beautiful woman. He had no idea that seventeen years later tears would fill his eyes due to the loss of that beautiful and precious person in his life. For now he didn't know that germs were a bad thing. For now he didn't know that there would be issues between his brother and him as he got older. For now things that would mean so much later on didn't mean a thing. How could he have known the impossible choices he would be forced to make in the future? How could he have known the magnitude of the decisions his life would be impacted by? For now he knew he was a boy with a mother who loved him, a father who loved him and an older brother who loved him. He had good friends. He had a lot of years ahead of him to learn and grow. He was very bright and got straight A's in school. For now he wasn't Adrian Monk detective. For now he was just Little Monk. Child.
