Speaking of his arm – I am worried. Once I took the bandages off I was surprised to see that his wounds were much more than just a simple break or sprain. His skin was bruised and very tender to the touch. I can’t believe he has been helping me without complaint. I forbade him to help me any longer. Instead, I set him to work investigating the other rooms. Once we get a space cleared out and cleaned we often find ourselves missing some of the essentials like rugs, pillows, matching tables, and the like. It is his job to rummage around and find them.
We have become good friends. He is still very quiet about his past but shares his opinions and ideas freely. He is a strong lad and I am sure he will grow up to be a dashing young man. He showed me a picture of his mother today. He keeps it close to him always. She was a fair and beautiful girl and Thomas strongly resembles her. I said so and he beamed with pride.
He is becoming very dear to me.
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