Anna
This is what I hate the most, almost every morning I find Liam sitting beside the window looking in oblivion with the pained looks on his face. My heart crumbles every time and all I wish is to know a way to take that pain away from him.
It is so unfair, this little kid has to suffer the grief of losing his own parents before he could even understand the meaning of death. I have tried to talk around the topic of his parents but never was able to go much further. He didn't cry or be angry at me, he just shut himself and withdraws which is worse.
"Hey sweetie, " I say standing still standing at the gate fully aware of how much he hated this endearment. Anything to take his mind off the pain. And as I expected his face cringes up and he pouts at me.
"I am a big boy, don't call me tha
