Their eyes told me everything I didn't want to know. I didn't want to know that they were hungry. I didn't want to know that they were scared. I didn't want to know that these 3 infant boys have seen more hell in their tiny lifespans than I have experienced in my entire twenty one years of "struggle". I stumble upon these innocents wrapped in what I can say appeared to be the warmest and most comfortable looking quilt i had ever layed eyes on. Although my admiration might have come from low expectations, since the blanket was held centerpiece to a hut comprised of mud, twigs, and the sense that the home of these children would exist as long as there wasn't a heavy rainfall or an abnormal gust of wind. To say it was the best of a bad situation would be to discredit the efforts of the individual who so tenderly wrapped them up in the blanket, and to even be able to make that statement just shows how "fine" Ive always been.
The child on the left stared back at me with a mix of lazy indifference and mild interest, as if to say "I cant stop you from hurting me. But if at all possible, please don't." The child on the left was the most upsetting of the three. The first thought that came after gazing upon his dulled face was that he was too young to have to know what the concept of giving up is. "Do what you will, it's all I know", that was the message he was telling me through his glazed over pupils. The middle child saved me from breaking, for he was defiant. Eyes alert and haunting, he had to be the oldest of the trio, and he will protect them by god he will.And his eyes screamed at me" disturb me or my brothers and I will let out such a scream it will follow you for the rest of your life!" To understand the the concept of protection before you're able to even babble... What have they seen? I ask, but then, I didn't want to know.
