THE THROWAWAY KIDS

I cannot even now say how many nights I lay in bed and hugged my pillow to me, burying my face in it, and cried and whispered, “Mommy, Mommy” or “Daddy, Daddy, where are you?’’ I would pray that somehow they could hear me. Sometimes even as young as I was, I felt so desperate, so alone, and I knew Mom and Dad would never come for us. I would lie in my bed in the darkness at night and pray so hard, and I felt that not even God heard me anymore. ————— There were so many different homes we wer...