This is a conversation from the book “Does God Still Love Me?” by Sister Mary Rose McGeady, chapter 13.
“I was so scared and I didn’t know anyone I could call.”
“When I went home from school that day, my mom was just lying there on the floor,” he said.
“I ran over to help her, but it was too late. A big ball of socks was stuffed down her throat. I…I couldn’t do anything to help her,” he said.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “That must have been so awful,” I said. He nodded gently, and looked away. The tears forming in his eyes said all that he wanted to say.
“What did you do then?” I said.
“I didn’t know what to do,” he said. “I mean, I was so scared, and I didn’t know anyone I could call. I…I finally just called the police, and I watched them take my mom away. And…and then I just ran, Sister. I was scared. My mom was the only person in my life who I ever cared about,” he said.
“You didn’t know anyone else?”
“No,” he said. “I mean, there were a couple of people I know, but there was no one I could live with,” he said. “I was on my own,” he said.
Greg shifted his weight from one side to the other and stared right at me. There was nothing mean or bitter in his voice, nothing but goodness and tears inside…Read the rest of the story in the photos below.
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