Tears run within, hidden from sight. Not one breaks from his warm brown eyes. No one can see the hurt. With all he has left, he pushes the corners of his lips up...the world would call it a smile.
Yet only the mother knows; only she can see what lies beneath. He is praying. Pleading for mercy.
This beautiful, perfect little boy.
Wrap your hands around yourself, darling. Give yourself a hug the way that I would. It burns a bit less that way, I know. Let the pain have a voice. Let it come out, don’t hide it inside. It won't break you, I promise. Cry, my child, you deserve to cry.