My life is here – it is now.
I believe in it.
Mom, can you hear me?
I can talk – carry on a conversation – listen to you.
Why aren’t you listening to me?
Mom, can you talk to me?
I can hear you talking – see your mouth moving – but
you’re not saying what I want to hear.
Mom, can you reach your arms around me?
Please hug me – I’m a person – a boy – a man.
Mom, can you love me just as I am?