Taylor sat on the little bench in the back of the ambulance car next to Anna. He couldn’t stop crying, and everytime he’d try, he’d suddenly burst out in a big sob.

One of the female paramedics sat next to Taylor and she put her arm around his back.
“Hey don’t you worry,” she smiled.
Taylor looked up at her so innocently, wanting to believe her so badly. But the sirens and the constant stressed chatter between the other paramedics wouldn’t let Taylor feel okay. He hardly noticed the woman sitting next to him start rubbing his shoulder.

Taylor sat staring at Anna. For a four year old, he could not be more loving, more caring, more sweet, more understanding, more helpful, more of her son.