I'm not sure what I want to write, but I want to write more often.
Roy was over from breakfast as usual.  He made a comment about the eggs and I made a funny comment and he go so upset he went storming off to sit in a closet.  I think this past weekend he may have went hungry sometimes.  He wanted to come over saturday but his mom wouldn't let him.  He told me latter they went out for dinner, when I asked what he said they brought it back.  Never told me what.  I love him so much that at times it hurts me, but he is not my son and I can't let it hurt me.