Beautiful Thoughts

We made fathers of the older ones that truly cared for us. With strength and guidance, they made men of us. There were many of us. We were sisters and brothers, not by blood, but by something stronger. We wept together and swore vows to each other. In the tears of our deep lament we let out the pain of abandonment; our tearful faces to the sky, it was to our heavenly father that we cried.