I See him in his room,
forever frozen in my memory at age 7 or 8. He is all elbows and feet. His bangs- too long, hanging in his eyes. He’s playing with Legos. Alone. I remember it all now, he was such a lonely boy.
He was my brother for 6 years...
I am writing today about What a boy needs, over at
The Mothers of Boys Society. Click on over to read the rest.