
It's not easy growing up in a home where you do not feel as if you belong!
I know this feeling all too well, as solitude, while amongst others, has been my sole comfort for years!
He doesn't know why he feels so alone, but deep down within him, he cannot help but let himself cry for a mother, who never seems to have any time to spare for him and him alone!
I feel for him and know his pain, but what can I do when my hands seem to be tied at all hours of the day?
There was a point in time when I truly thought he was the one with the problem, but now I realize...I am the problem!
I need to make the time! He needs for me to make that time, before it's too late!
I love him, as he does me! This will never change!
Time! It's our only hope right now!



