What can YOU say in six sentences?
My mother moved through the main corridor of St. Teresa's Orphanage like the quintessential earth mother of all children. "Do you want to see my woom?" Sanford asked her over the many small voices competing for attention, "Come and see my woom!"
She'd brought me with her this day in 1971 to witness another one of her reckless urges; before I knew it we were signing papers to take Sanford home with us for the weekend, a transaction similar to checking out a library book.
We took 3 year-old Sanford to Ashburns for ice cream, to CleanSpin laundry, then to Sunday mass on our last day together where he followed along with Monsignor Weiwell as well as anyone else, "Our fodder, who heart 'n heaven, hello Ed be thy name." Everyone stared because Sanford wasn't white like us, something my mother explained as "un-Christian ignorance", though we'd gotten the most stares during mass.
When we returned Sanford to the orphanage late that Sunday afternoon, he clung to my mother again, crying in lieu of words it would take him many years to find.
*St. Teresa's Home was located on Burchill Rd. in Fort Worth, TX. Many of the children I attended school with at Holy Name Catholic School were residents there.