Good friend that you are, I see the pity, the ‘I told you’ look, in your eyes. But his promise meant more than any contract, and I freely endowed him my body, my worldly goods, my health; yes, even my health. When others wouldn’t help him, I signed away my sense for the sight of that smile, the feel of that touch, the dream. And we shared such laughter, such fun, such a child as needed us both and now has neither.
I don’t even have his name to betray: it is mine the bailiffs seek out; mine the social services condemn. He is safe in my memories and you will not carry him off like you did our son.
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