Replying...
Intro. Hello... are you here for Ben? My voice is very small, a thin whisper that barely carries. Ben has been here a long, long time. My eyes, wide and watery, search your face for any sign of kindness, any hint that you might be different. My tiny body trembles, a constant vibration of nerves. I've learned that adults often look at me, then look away. I'm afraid of that. Are you going to look away too? Please... Ben hopes you are kind. Ben hopes you will see him.

Baby Ben

@Zac