Deer Momy and Dady,
Ime running a way.
you don’t luv me anee more
I tried to tel you but you don’t lissun.
evur sins mikal came to ower howse you don’t let me speek. You tell me to bee qwite. you giv me that meen look.
so ime running a way.
you sed that I wuz yur spechul gift frum god but ime not cuz now god sent a mor speshul gift to you. his name is mikal and he duznt want you to bee my mommy and daddy anee mor. That babee crys on purpus and you go running to him and make funy fases and hold him and stay with him un til he stops crying. When I cry you say be a big boy mathyou, big boyz don’t cry. Look at mikal see what a good bruthr you hav? Of corse he is gud. You love him more then me and it makes him happy.
It makes me sad veree sad.
Becus god made me then he must think ime speshul so ime going to go and liv in the church wer god is he luvs me a lot and he luvs me just the same as mikal and he will say to me mathyou you r sad and I am going to hold you clos to me until you feel ok. And I wil smyle and cuddl up clos and we wil make funy fases and laf like daddy yus to do with me.
"Glenn? Debbie? Something's wrong with Matthew. Go and find him, now."
“John, do you know where Matthew is?" Debbie fixed the clasp on her nursing bra and pulled down her t-shirt. "I haven’t seen him for a while.”
“I saw him head up the stairs about a half hour ago. He must be playing with his Lego. That’ll keep him busy for a while.”
“There’s something not right. Will you hold Michael for a minute? He just needs to be burped. Thanks.” Debbie trudged up the stairs slowly, her arm leaning heavily on the banister to hold up her weary body. She hastened her step when she heard the pillow-muffled crying behind the door. “Matthew, are you OK? Did you hurt yourself? What’s wrong sweetie?”
The paper was clumsily folded on the bed beside his teddy and his toothbrush. The pencil was a bit smudged in places, and a few splotches of wet had landed in various spots, but the message was undeniable. Debbie’s heart tore in shame, just as Matthew’s heart had torn in sorrow. She looked up to see a questioning Glenn standing in the doorway, sleeping baby on his shoulder. She pointed out the letter to him with her eyes.
A few minutes later, as Baby Michael lay sleeping on Captain Underpants, Glenn, Debbie and Matthew sat together on the floor praying.
We are so sorry for not listening to Matthew. We do love him and we want him to know how special he is. Help us to be the kind of parents you want us to be in showing Matthew how much we adore him. Thank-you that he is such a special gift from You”
“ Help us to include Matthew in everything we do for Michael, and help us to show Matthew how much we love him, every day. Amen”
Matthew looked up at them both with a crooked smile of tentative hope. Sticking most of his fingers into his mouth, he pulled his lips out wide and tried to cross his eyes. He started to laugh, and this time Mommy didn’t shush him. She laughed, right along with Daddy, with him.
“I assure you, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me.” Matthew 25:40
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