He carries his dumptruck/digger out to his sandbox by himself.
All alone, he lifts the lid and moves the cars around in the sand.
I can see him from the living room window and I ache with the unfairness of it all.
People think they know who I should be...how I should feel...how tragedy should shape my character and my life.
But what of this? what of him?
He is an only child not by anyone's choice.
No matter what happens to me...my feelings...my character or my life...
We can only be so much for him.
He will be alone.