No event in his life had made him be in a position where he couldn't see the light. That tiny speck of light that continued to direct his life, continued to create a sense of hope that guided him through suffering and tribulations.
It had always been with him, it was his greatest ally. When his mother abandoned both him and his father, it was there. When his father left him, it was there, and when he was on the streets of the city for years, living in poverty and lack, it was still there.
The light did not fail him, for he met her, he met Rita. He met Mahalalel, he met children like him, persons to be called brothers and sisters.
He had a home he could call family.
