Kassie
Age 5
I watched from where I hid behind the wooden fence post as he dug his feet into the dirt and he slowly pushed himself back and forth on the swing. He gripped the cool metal chain, his knuckles noticeably white under the pressure.
I followed Micah when he snuck out of the house. It wasn’t the first time, just this time I decided to follow him. I thought he might be going somewhere interesting, but much to my confusion, he just sat there, not moving besides the movement of extending his legs to gently sway the swing.
I knew he needed time apart from us. He had gone through a lot, and judging by the dark, tired circles under his eyes, he was still dealing with those constant battles even after months of being with us.
After a few minutes, I came to terms that he needed to
