The three of us got in a car and headed toward Lila.
“It’s been almost a year…. Do you think she will remember me?”
I looked back at Bo and smiled. “I am sure she will. So how long have you been on the streets?”
“Six months.” He whispered and put his head down.
“Hey, do not be ashamed. You will never have to feel that way again. Do you understand?”
He looked up and smiled. He nodded his head, yes.
We arrived at a small house with a worn-down porch.
As we made our way to the door, we heard a little girl laughing. Bryan knocked on the door and a young woman opened the door and invited us in.
Our eyes fell on a little girl with curly brown hair and the same soft eyes as Bo. She looked up at us and her face broke into a smile as she ran towards Bo.
She wrapped her tiny arms arou
