When I read about Judith Andrews two days ago, I identified with her son, watching a mother abandon him for the second time. I woke up the next morning full of empathy for the mother.
What hellish struggles had she gone through to reach this point?
She may have tried with evrything she had to give this kid the love he craved, to break through his protective wall. While he had to fight against that love with all he had, because in his short life he'd learned that love leads only to pain.
We're supposed to learn love in our parents' arms; if we don't, we can't respond, no matter how hard someone else loves us. But this little kid still can learn love. I'm hoping with all my heart that these two get another chance.