3 x 3 = 9

I could not believe my ears when he said what he said. Stepping up, tracking forward, taking responsibility. Something inside shifted and the heavy weight fell off the wheels. I want to remember this date. The significance of it all. The long nights, the painful prayers, the longing for a strong hand to lead this adolescent soul. His hands, feet, of love, kin. I am adopted. I am loved. I belong. I have a name. I am someone’s brother, blood and flesh.