Nobody Has to Bleed to Be Heard

Chloe could not hold I am his mother in every way that counts and he has a grandmother in Yonkers.

And I could not hold I was a good husband who sent money home and I built the door.

Noah can.

I have watched him do it for a year.

He goes to Yonkers on Saturdays and comes home to Sunset Park on Sundays and he loves two families that have every reason to resent each other, and when someone asks him where he’s from he says both, and he does not appear to find this difficult.

He learned it at thirteen from a search bar, alone, in a bathroom, for two hours and forty minutes, because not one adult who loved him would tell him the truth.

Liam is eight, and he knows.

End of Part Two.