A boy. Not more than 4 year, can call him an infant. First time i saw him was a piece of picture in a local magazine. So small, pitiful but cute, and even cuter when i saw him in real person.
He was quiet, they said he refused to talk to people, so adorable yet so reckless that i felt so scared for even touched him, as if he might break anytime... and i was wondering how he felt when i saw deep into his eyes, because i couldn't find anything that i was looking there: Child memories: happiness, laugh, spirit, energy, little bit naughty, and importantly,feeling of being LOVED.
It was a miracle for me to see him, coz as long as i knew he was under protection, that nobody was allowed to meet him, and i think it was so sad, coz he was alone, and he shouldn't be, after what he'd gone through. Well, here is the situation: The parents was in jail, in charge for violence towards their own son. He was hospitalized and, well, i wish i could describe how bad was his condition, coz when i saw that little boy, i felt somehow something ripped my heart, it hurts a lot that i must act strong, coz he didn't yet understand what pain means..Oh, God, i blame them! Yes, i blame them! for every tear drops, for every misery and invinsible scar that may not be healed, for taking from their own son what is called TRUST...
And finally, i pray for blessings in his life, as i can't stop worryng what will happen to him next, without mom and dad around to take care and love, and treat him as a precious jewel..
