The Boy Who Refused to Hurt Anyone
My fourteen-year-old sat surrounded by furious adults.
This was the same kid who refused to kill insects because, as he once told me, “They could have families too.”
The same boy who taught his younger stepbrother how to make origami.
Yet here he was, accused of a violent attack.
He sat perfectly upright.
Chin lifted.
When he looked at me, there was no regret in his eyes.
Only something that looked unsettlingly close to pride.
