If I tell you right up front, right in the beginning that I lost him, it will be easier for you to bear. a love story.. . .
But most of all .
A story of before and after, of new beginnings and never-endings.
And so begins a story of pain and promise, of heartache and healing, of life and death.
But I didn\'t stay away.
Even Moses warned me.
My mother warned me.
Maybe I should have listened.
Maybe I should have stayed away.
To be with him would change my life in ways I could never have imagined.
But he was also strange and exotic and beautiful.
Moses was a law unto himself.
And Moses was messed up.
Nobody wants a messed up teenager.
But babies grow up to be kids, and kids grow up to be teenagers.
Even crack babies.
People love babies, even sick babies.
It all happened before I was born, and by the time I met Moses and my mom told me all about him, the story was old news and nobody wanted anything to do with him.
Maybe the fact that he was broken drew me to him from the start.
I knew that wasn\'t what the term meant, but the image stuck in my mind.
I imagined the crack baby, Moses, having a giant crack that ran down his body, like he\'d been broken at birth.
They called him Baby Moses when they shared his story on the ten o\'clock news - the little baby left in a basket at a dingy Laundromat, born to a crack addict and expected to have all sorts of problems.
Someone found him in a laundry basket at the Quick Wash, wrapped in a towel, a few hours old and close to death.
But you\'ll be able to prepare.
You will know it\'s coming, and it will hurt.
If I tell you right up front, right in the beginning that I lost him, it will be easier for you to bear
