Some time within the last week, I think, a little boy died as a result of… I don’t even know what to call it.
I’ve seen a couple of articles about the incident and I keep thinking about what the little one had done after the abuse occured:
” His skull fractured, [he] grabbed his blanket and crawled to his “comfort zone,” a bouncer seat, where he collapsed and later died.”
I don’t know what to say… 
This little one was only sixteen months old.
I cared for an abused boy once for work… and I didn’t think I’d ever feel that way again… but then this happened and I’m right back where I was years ago.
