They Were About to Split Up Five Kids Under Seven. The One Man Willing to Take All Five Knew Exactly What That Does to a Child

Silas looked back at the house, warm light in every window, and then at me.

“When they split us up,” he said, “I figured that was the end of us.

Four pieces of something broken, scattered so far they’d never come back together.” He reached over and put his hand on my shoulder.

“But you didn’t just get through it, Bernard.

You took the worst thing that ever happened to the four of us and you built a place out of it.

A safe place, for five kids who needed exactly the thing we never got.”