Walking home this evening, I ran into a little boy, Obadious (o-bah-dee-ous) and his mother Ruth Gaye, hurriedly rushing past me; the child was in serious pain. His facial expression churned my stomach. I couldn’t imagine what this child was experiencing inside.
I called the pair over and as they approached, a tear rolled down Obadious swollen jaw from his also swollen eye. I brushed a finger across the area and told him,” sorry yey,”
He nodded and hummed, “mm.”
Instantly his mother became my friend and began explaining what was going on with my new friend.