Bend Me Over Backwards

"Clean that mess up! Work faster if you want to even eat boy! You're lucky I give you table scraps!"

I looked at the boy who was being yelled at. He looked slightly older than me, taller as well. His hair was oily and looked unwashed. A dirty apron was tied loosely around his waist covering tattered black pants. The boy's shirt was dirty as well.

Ever since that first day I knew I had help him. I had to give him the treatment and respect he deserved. I wanted him to know love, my love.