My mother patted his tiny head with her finger. “Kermit it is.” I shifted uncomfortably, trying to gather the courage to ask. “Mom?” Her blue eyes softened. “Yeah?” I needed to know why. Why did it hurt so much? Why did she let it happen? Why did I deserve it? The sound of the front door opening upstairs made me jump, and I lost my nerve. “Nothing.” She ran up the staircase while I went off in search of a safe place to keep Kermit. Too bad I could never find one for myself.
