When ten-year-old Gerardo walked into the Merv Griffin Village intake office, his deep brown eyes couldn’t settle on anything. They darted from one face to the next, then to the door, as though he was continuously assessing who might attack him, whether or not he could win the fight and how quickly he could escape the room.
We can’t imagine life without Thomas. I can’t go back in time and cradle him when he first cried, but I can make sure he’ll never be alone again. If everyone who could reached out to one child, no child would ever have to be alone again.”
For those first few weeks after I revealed what had happened I cried a lot. I screamed a lot. I stomped a lot. My family was all very supportive. My dad always told me that if I needed to scream, I should just scream, and if I needed to stomp, jump up and down, and cry, then so be it! I called these times my “upsets.”