He's had a tough life, and I'm really happy he's safe and happy where he is now.
So, here's a back story about M.
His parents divorced very soon after M was born. Because his father was in the military services, M's mom and dad had joint custody. So of course, for the first few months M was with his mom. M would spend nine months with his mom, and nine months with his dad/grandparents, I guess. I know that M's grandpa retired to help take care of him, and they live in a different state. I think the M's dad lives with his parents, but is currently out of state working and going to school. I'm not sure how the set up worked. Anyways, M's mom got a boyfriend, and around this time M was around 18 months. His grandparents had just had M for the past few months, and M was around 25 pounds, which I guess is healthy for that age. M goes back to his mom for the next few months, and then comes back to his grandparent's house. When the grandparents got him back, they were shocked to see that he was a whopping like, 9 pounds. He lost weight while at his mom's house. Now, this part gets a little fuzzy for me because I'm not sure what happened, and this part might be out of order. So M is at his mom's house and he suddenly becomes unconscious. M's mom and her boyfriend call 911 and get him to the hospital. Now, an extended family member from the dad's side just so happened to check her Facebook (wasn't deleted from the friend's list) and saw that M's mom was tagged in a status that involved M. Apparently M had a seizure and was in a half coma and things were not looking well. So the family member immediately contacted the grandparent who had no idea what was happening, and tried booking a flight out to be with their grandson immediately. M's dad was already on the way. (Small detail I left out: the M's mom and boyfriend lied to the hospital staff and said that they were the parents. The grandparents called the hospital for more information and the hospital staff was confused because they thought the biological dad was the boyfriend. So there was a lot of documents that were being faxed, and CPS was called.) Long story short, M was being abused, mentally and physically. When M got to the hospital, they found out he had multiple broken bones that were healing at different stages, he had a brain hemorrhage that caused his seizures, and every time the boyfriend would step into the hospital room while M wasn't in a half coma, he would scream and cry. His abuse was so bad that M couldn't feel his legs anymore and whenever he was given food, he would hoard it because he thought people would take it away from him. M's brain hemorrhage prevented him from doing a lot of things. He had to relearn walking and talking. They didn't know how bad the damage would be from the hemorrhage and to prepare for the worst. The hemorrhage had affected the majority of the left side of his brain. They weren't sure if he would be able to walk, talk and function normally.
The good news about M is that as of now, he's doing much better. He's talking more, he can walk, and he's well on his way to recovery. He's doing great. Just looking at him you wouldn't have known he had gone through all of this. He's one brave boy, and I admire him. He's adorable, and what shocked me the most was that he wasn't afraid of me or my dad or my mom. He actually went up to me and said "Hi!" and grabbed at my hand. He really liked me. And he would love to be carried and he would grab things and give them to me. Whatever he did, he would always come back to me, and that really made me appreciate him. He's been through so much at such a young age, but yet, he still has trust. I know he's still a baby, and he doesn't know any better, but the fact that he's made such a remarkable recovery is just amazing in itself.
Here's another story about a girl named E.
I've known E since she was a baby. Her story starts off sad, but has a good ending. So my mom's friends, we'll call them J and V, went to China on vacation once. I guess they were walking by a dumpster or an alley or where ever, and they hear this baby crying inside the dumpster. So they picked out the baby girl and brought her to the orphanage. Again, this part gets a little fuzzy for me because remember what happens, but they left China after they brought her to the orphanage, but they couldn't stop thinking about her and her future. So once they got back to the States, they decided they wanted to adopt the baby girl they found in the dumpster. After years of going through the system and a lot of visits, they finally brought her home.
She's really something. She's smart, talented and completely fearless. When I met her she was only a baby, but I got to watch her grow up over time. She's in fourth grade now, and it's like, "wow, how time flies." I guess the best part about this is that she has parents that actually love her who care about her a lot. When she was old enough to talk and communicate, she was absolutely fearless. She really liked talking to me and she really took a shine to me (yeah, all these kids like me). I remember one year, I wasn't able to see her, and my parents were there and apparently she remembered me and wanted to talk to me! So they put her on the phone and we had a nice talk. I can't remember what we talked about but we talked. I saw her a few days ago. Wow, she's grown. She's a lot more, self-aware, in the sense of she's really quiet now, didn't talk as much as she used to. But that's okay. She's also talented in the way that she plays piano, has concerts, and is also in choir and she sings. She's going to do great things, I just know it. And she's adorable. Reminds me a little bit of myself when I was younger.
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