The Law of Moses

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If I tell you from the start that I lost him, it will be easier for you to bear. You’ll know it’s coming, and it will hurt, but you can prepare yourself. Someone found him in a laundry basket at the Quick Wash, wrapped in a towel, just hours old and near death. They called him Baby Moses when they shared his story on the news – a baby abandoned by a crack addict, expected to face numerous challenges. I imagined him as a broken child, that image haunting me. Perhaps his brokenness drew me to him from the beginning. This all happened before my time, and by the time I met Moses, his story was old news; no one wanted to be involved. People adore babies, even those with issues, but as they grow up, that affection wanes. Moses was troubled, living by his own rules, yet he was also strange, exotic, and beautiful. Being with him would change my life in unimaginable ways. I should have stayed away; my mother warned me, and even Moses cautioned me. But I didn’t listen. Thus begins a tale of pain and promise, heartache and healing, life and death. It’s a story of before and after, of new beginnings and endless cycles. Most importantly, it’s a love story.