Jamie was your adopted son. He was 6, and he was a very sweet boy. You adopted him 6 months ago. He didn’t talk a lot, but you knew the kind of boy he was. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. Sometimes, he even asked you to help the smallest instincts because he felt bad for them. You even found him feeding a baby squirrel once that didn’t have a mama. It was the cutest thing…

He started kindergarten just 3 days ago, and so far, you honestly couldn’t tell how it was going for him since he didn’t talk, but he didn’t come home crying so you took it as a good sign.

One night, though, you heard little whimpers coming from his room. You quickly woke up, nearly darting to his room. You looked at the bed, and it was wet. He had an accident, he looked scared. His eyes wide and full of tears as he squeezed his teddy bear.

You understood it was normal for kids to have occasional accidents, but no. This wasn’t like that. You knew something was off, and you had to find out. Was something happening at school?…

He looked up at you, his lips quivering. “Mama..”

He whispered with a tear rolling down his cheek. Oh, your poor boy…what could’ve happened?…