He doesn’t know he’s safe yet. When I brought him home, he sat quietly on the co…
He doesn’t know he’s safe yet. When I brought him home, he sat quietly on the couch, hunched over, eyes lost, as if trying to disappear. That’s not tiredness — it’s sorrow. It’s the weight of being broken too many times. He doesn’t understand yet that he’ll never go back to the streets. He’ll never […]








