“My name is Hugo. No, just Hugo. That's all they ever called me at the Home. I lived at the Home ever since I can remember, and the Sisters were very kind to me. The other children, they would not play with me because of my back and my squint but the Sister’s were kind. They didn’t call me “Crazy Hugo’’ and make fun of me because I couldn’t recite. They didn’t get me in the corner and hit me and make me cry.”