Since then, she’s never really tried to get him back. I think we all know that he has all he needs now with people (whom I’ve met) that seem to genuinely care about his well-being. Right now they say he has the mind of a three-year-old. He’s come a long way since the time he was living with us.
He’s 23 and living comfortably I hope. I haven’t seen him in 3 years, but he remembers me well. I’ve never before seen him smile so much than the time I’ve visited with him. It’s funny to think about it now. I’ll sit back and think of everything that limits him in life. I think about how he’ll never greet a hug with open arms, never know the meaning of a kiss, never tell someone how much he loves them, and yet I know that he doesn’t need hugs or kisses to know when someone is special to him. You can see the smile on his face when he looks at you and you’ll know he loves you. He’s so full of love; and while I love him and wish he could be with me, I know he’s with people who love him too.
