their stories...

it’s early saturday morning. the sun is rising, the horses are running wild in the yard nearby and young vibrant darcy, no more than 5 years 6 months, awakens to an empty house. her mother didn’t return home last night after her grandmother so graciously tucked her into bed and she has never known the man her mother cries over day in, day out. she has siblings, but doesn’t see them much, they are always out running ‘a muck’ with their friends. darcy has never known true love, she has hardly experienced the joy and tenderness a small hug can bring, or the pride  and comfort that comes when encouraged over a mere color pencil drawing made at school. but growing up in an impoverished culture has not tainted this young one’s spirit in the least, she is full of life  and full of dreams. this is one girls story...

robert awakens to a dark hot room with this gripping fear that his nightmare which took place the previous evening is more than just a nightmare. quickly he is brought back to reality by the tall dark figure standing in the doorway, his father yelling over him. yet he only sees his lips moving, he hears no noise...robert is deaf. he has never heard the trickle of the rain as it falls from the rooftop, or the laughs and giggles from his playmates at school, he has never heard the words 'i love you'. as his father firmly grips his arm to pull him from the floor in which he sleeps upon, the pain doesn't surprise him, that is the one thing he has always known. the fleeting hope only minuets ago that this could just be a nightmare is robert's reality. this is one boys story...