Break Through

There is a little boy that lives in  my house. His name is Wilson, and he is about 7 or 8 years old. He is the only true orphan that lives with us. His father was riding on the back of a truck and fell off. His clothes got caught on something and he was dragged for who knows how long. By the time the driver noticed what was happening he was already dead. About a month after that his mother was participating in a Voodoo ceremony. She became possessed and slithered up a tree. When she tried to slither down, I suppose, the demon left her and she fell to her death. After that he was all alone.
When he came to live at the children's home many of the people visiting on week long mission trips would give him a lot of attention. He is a very cute little boy. (I'll post pictures of him later.) As soon as Wilson would begin to get attached to an adult they would leave him. So now he is a very guarded child. When the team that I came with was here he would not speak to anyone unless he was forced to. My heart breaks for him, but I think I've made progress today.
He keeps asking if he can borrow my UNO cards. Every time he ask for them I make him play at least one game with me. It's a good way to spend time with all the kids. While we were playing earlier he starting moving closer to me. He very slowly put his arm around me. I kissed him on top of the head and he laid his head on my shoulder for the rest of the card game. I think that was a big step for him. He wants to trust me. He wants to be loved, but he's scared to be left alone again. He must be so hurt. If I earn his trust how could I ever leave him? Going home, even for a short time, will not be easy.
Todd is considering adopting him. It takes a long time and a lot of money, but he's going to try. I worry that the adjustment to American culture will be hard on him. He doesn't even know English. I'll try to teach him as much as I can. Please, remember him in your prayers tonight. He's very special to me.