Memoir of a Milk Carton Kid

'Tom,' I said, bracing myself for the threat that was sure to follow. 'I need to talk to you about something. About leaving here, I mean.' He didn't hit me. Didn't threaten. Instead, he looked at me with great sadness. 'Who saved your life?' 'You,' I replied, 'but...' 'Who takes care of you?' 'I know that,' I told him. 'I just can't live like this.' 'You can't live? What about me? More »