I hurried and by the time I got to the park, I could see Connor sitting on a swing, swaying back and forth.
"Hey." I say.
He looks up,"Ok. I as I said on the phone I also struggle with depression. And to as why I do, you struggle with it because of your mothers death. But I struggle with it because of my so called father. I was actually adopted because when I was a baby my parents died in a car crash. And eventually I was adopted. And my adoption father isn't the most understanding person." He says with tears in his eyes.
"Same. My father doesn't understand a lot of stuff either." I say to make him feel better.
He looks up from the ground,"But does your abuse you?"
