He loves me but does not listen as if my words are madness. He shows care and displays kindness but fears when I raise my voice. He does not display the kind of connection that blood would instill. Only that I was there to feed him does he know he is more safe than with elders and the like or were it. I shudder to take a test and claim he is not mine for I do love him as my own. Would break his heart to find we are lied to and the truth that I might disown. I cannot keep him even now. There is too much against me being here. Much better would he be off without my grumpy ass and sodies.