Little One

little one you are already heavy you survived the fire all by your (now) lonesome your mother burned to death your father committed suicide over the guilt of starting the fire with his crack pipe both of your brothers died crying next to your mother you hid where the smoke could not get to you came out of it completely unharmed sans some smoke inhalation little one i pray for you now confusion is the unfortunate teacher of your here and now you bite into your tear sogged chicken sandwich you take a small nibble of your cold, warmly wet fries you show no interest in the mini bottled water for obvious reasons i will take you home with me it is okay, for tonight, if you sleep with your eyes open Let Us Pray, little one........