100word
challenge!
I am
still here, my child is all I have left. He is a boy named Noah and he is only
2 months old. I’d love to play with him if I could but everyday, he was alone
for 8 hours screaming for his father in a trailer with nothing to do but sleep.
All I could think about was getting these steel engines of my shoulder and feed Noah some baby
carrots to his tearful face. No more, I came home that day and sat on my mauve
couch and under that face of tears, I knew he was strong and could be too.