The Broken Child

He didn’t want to remember anything from his past.

He told them that he would laugh and move on.

He had only cried once before, and that was when his dog-- his best friend-- ran away.

He didn’t cry when he got the news that his parents’ plane went down.

He didn’t really know them, anyway.

He cried when he was dropped off at the orphanage, though.

Twelve years under the care of a butler and maid who he would never see again in his life.

So, he took the knapsack.

He broke the trinkets.

He watched them burn.

He laughed.