This is all the history Raymond has. He didn’t even have a name until I showed up. The Centre usually names the abandoned children that come to them after whomever happens to be at the Centre when the child arrives. I visited the Centre this afternoon with a group of kids from our school. I am the first man to hold Raymond. I held him in my arms for over an hour, oblivious to everything that was happening around me. I just remember at one point one of the caregivers announcing to the others that the decision had been made to name the premature infant Raymond.
Can’t really describe how I felt…different emotions. I just know that there was a whole lot of sadness there. Although Raymond slept throughout our encounter, eyes tightly shut, an occasional whimper, we talked. I did most of the talking; he just listened. I told him I loved him and that from this second forward, things would get better for him. That’s all I could say. I'm sure he heard every word I said to him.
Still can't quite describe how I feel tonight. Tired, and sad...
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