Look at me, mom. Look beyond my misbehavior. Look beyond my unruliness. Look beyond my rude words. Look at my heart. I'm still the little boy you nursed for 15 months. I'm still the one who climbs into bed with you to snuggle in the wee hours of the morning. I'm still the one who sneaks into sister's room to tell her "it's okay, don't cry." I'm still the one who makes you laugh. I don't want you to see the bad, just see the good. I want to do the right thing, but sometimes my body doesn't let me. Something's not right. Can you help me? Can you see my heart? Don't give up on me yet. Look.