Eight years old, and already he has a sense of impending doom. Already with dark thoughts beating at the back of his brain. "I can't survive this." Every minute of every day. Behind all his thoughts and actions. "I'm not going to live very long." Would you? He's lost in the night and he says to himself, "I'm going to die here, all alone in the dark." And they ask him why he never smiles.
I wish I could give this kid a flashlight. I wish I could take him by the hand and guide him out of the dark. At the very least, I wish I could tell him that it is worth it, even for just another day, just another second. I wish I could tell him that he won't die. In fact, I've felt the same way he does and I made it through. I wonder if he'd believe me.