I could hear a sound coming from the boys’ room. I walked down the hall and listened at the door. I could hear whimpering. As I walked into the room I could tell the sound was coming from the lower bunk. “Mama… mama… mama…” Over and over his little voice called. “T, are you awake,” I asked. He jumped. “I was dreaming,” he said. I sat in the room until he was able to fall back asleep. I told him that I was so sorry. I told him that we love him and that we will love him and take care of him until he can be with his family again. And tonight I will pray. I will pray for his mama! He NEEDS her to succeed. All of her boys need her to succeed. I’ll pray for their mama.