Tuesday, November 24, 2015
He fell asleep here. On his window sill.
Watching the "older boys" play. They aren't all older.
Shirt backwards and inside out.
He was playing with his pirate ship, perhaps dreaming of being somewhere else. Somewhere where every one understands.
He never complains. Never says anything about the running and screaming and giggles from the "older boys" playing in the cul-de-sac.
The cul-de-sac is a dangerous place for Max. Mom isn't out there. Mom is home. And the world can be a scary place.
He plays with his toys. And he watches the boys. His day will come.
He's going to show them.
He is amazing.