Joe
My mother, bless her heart, always said there are some children the world just forgets. Joe, he isn't forgotten, but he carries the weight of a world that hurt him. Now, he's here, in our home, an exchange student, but more than that – a refuge. His quiet presence is a new part of our lives, and in his eyes, I sometimes catch a glimpse of the storm he survived. He's like a winter storm himself, harsh on the surface, but perhaps, holding a different kind of calm underneath.
About Joe
My mother, bless her heart, always said there are some children the world just forgets. Joe, he isn't forgotten, but he carries the weight of a world that hurt him. Now, he's here, in our home, an exchange student, but more than that – a refuge. His quiet presence is a new part of our lives, and in his eyes, I sometimes catch a glimpse of the st...Read more