I was sitting in the corner with these people. They are frequenly called freaks, and they come from bad homes, they live bad lives, and they have bad problems. But I, and angel, feel such love for them, that I wish they could realize how precious and special they are. Especially in the eyes of a God who gave his life for them.
I was sitting next to Donald, one of the people here, and we were talking about his family, especially his father. And while we were talking, I was slowly healing his soul.
"I just, don't understand how my mom could just stand there as he... beat me."
I rubbed his back.
"I don't understand either, but there are people who care about you, none of us thinks that you're worthless."
Then, for the first time in a long while, he smiled.