Sparks

I was an orphan, a mistreated and abused orphan. My parents had abandoned me at age five at Lakelbrown Park in New York City. I had been left like an old scrap of metal. Like an old dog chew toy. Like nothing.

Sometimes I'll wake up and look outside of the window at the sun, and then I'd crawl to the foot of the bunk bed, lean against the railings, and clutch my knees in saddness.

Will Noah be able to survive?