The doorbell rang. He was standing there; well whats left of him. He asked for a water. I turned around locking the door behind me. Grabbed a plastic cup some ice and filled it with water. I handed the water to him. He began to give me the same story I have heard for over a year now. Some drama that was completely not his fault has put him back on the street, homeless. He thanked me for the water and walked away. How can this be my child.
I am so sorry to hear this...it is a truly helpless furstating feeling. Let go and Let God..