Photo by Jano Boscher
You missed to push that tiny lock button, one night, and you never presumed it was your last.
Early 2012, my girlfriend, Joan, and I welcomed Sam to our humble home for a short period of time, until her mom, a breast cancer patient, recuperated from her surgery. Sam’s family lives next to us, and at the time, not one from her seven brothers or sisters, not even her dad was willing to take care of her. Sam was such a lonely child, she rarely smiles. Her eyes were big and they showed certain sadness, as if she was aware how badly her mom was suffering and so she’s mourning in advance. We love her so dearly and we wished someday we’d be deserving to legally adopt her, but we just couldn’t, as her rich aunt would take her if (or when) her mom died. Her name would then be legally changed to Sarah. Her little, pink, plastic, tea set makes her really happy.