Thirteen days after your funeral.
I had to do something.
When I came in to have my ankle wrapped from falling off the mango tree, I saw a kid coming through the hospital emergency room rolling on a bed with bloodied sheets. He was crying silently inside as the nurses fussed over him quickly. His arm and legs were pointed to odd angles. Blood dripped down his head. Everything about him screamed pain but he was so silent, Sam, that it hurt. It hurt because it reminded me too much of you and I wondered how many boys in the world were just like you.
At some point he asked for his mom and the adult right beside him clenched his jaw tightly. With the boy's hand between his fingers, he whispered vehemently, “She won't be here anymore, kid. She won't be able to hurt you ever again.”
And that was the time, Sam.
That was the time I had had enough.
That was the time I decided I wanted to do something.
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