Was there ever a time that I let myself believe in the safety of a home? Yes. As children, my sister and I were brought up in the safety of a home with loving parents who protected us. I thought there was nothing that could hurt us.
"I don't remember what they looked like. My parents." Maven said. He brought his knees to his chest and rested his head. "It hurts. Is that bad?."
"No. It just means you miss your parents. Remember that hurt; that feeling is something that you won't forget."
"Isn't that a bad thing?"
I thought about that question.
"You can wish for them back. Pray for just one more moment with them. But the reality is that they are gone. Nothing can bring them back. You will accept that and move on. That hurting feeling will never leave, and that's a good thing. That's how you can remember them."
"Then, will you tell me about her? My mom." He asked. "One day in the future?"
I gave a warm smile and nodded.
