The ache is excruciating at times. My little buddy is still far far away.
I've cried out to gods of stone and spirit. A futile thing that. It's certainly as good as trying to convince unfeeling men of "justice" to listen to the plights of a little boy who wishes to be home with his mother.
The donor just filed a court ruling to have my friend whisked away with nothing more than a few lies and a signature. Suddenly, the life of a little boy is turned upside down. Where is the justice in that? Who hears his sobbing in the night? I can't. I can only imagine how he is crying. That seems worse.