The Child No One Wanted

Jacob was a young boy who looked like an angel. I did not know him until he was nine. But I could tell he must have been a gorgeous baby. The story was that mother plunked him on a bar stool. Told his daddy “I don’t want it,” and walked away. He was fresh out of the hospital, maybe four days young. Daddy was resentful; he had never wanted a child. His lessons were harsh; he beat him with a belt. I found this out and reported it, but nothing happened. Unfounded said the DFS document. It is always unfounded. Jacob and I formed a bond, slowly, not at first, of course. He could not trust his own father, how could he trust anyone else? I was his school counselor, and he spent lots of time with me. Jacob was the beautiful and the damned. An angel sent to earth, who had never felt loved. I asked about his grandparents. He did not know them. His father despised them. His father despised a lot of things. Jacob had a keen sense of humor. He could be absolutely hilarious. I often wonder what happened to the child no one wanted.