100 Words - Nephew Man

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My five year old nephew has a treasure trove of unfortunate knowledge. He knows the 911 operators by name. He knows how to administer Narcan. He can also, without hesitation, spell psychoanalysis.

He lost his father, my brother, to the bottle. His mother, to the needle. Foster care took him away from them several times, but always gave him back.

Now they’re both dead and child care services is looking for relatives to take him. I assumed my tiny trailer would scare them away, but it didn’t. The lady was impressed by the nice couch he would be sleeping on.