This sweet soul once shifted the way I see the world.

He was living in a garage.

He didn’t have any clothes except those on his back.

He didn’t have any food.

He was scared, cold, and alone.

He had a family, but they abandoned him because he was cursed.

He wasn’t normal.

We bonded immediately.

Everyday, we hugged, held hands, played games, and talked about what he loved.

I thought about adopting him.

I didn’t know how.

I learned I couldn’t.

Corruption occurred.

And I lost him forever.

He was sent back home.

To that garage.

Somewhere in Lesotho.

He was thirteen.

With the mind of a seven year old.

But his soul was a thousand.

And I miss him.

In love and liminality,

Annie Rose

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