“I’ve got him,” Irene said. She picked him off the middle of the floor. “Wooo! There it is! Come with Gam Gam, Ollie. We’re gonna get you cleaned up.”
Another commercial came on. The screen went dark and sad, sorrowful music came out of the television’s speaker. A woman’s quiet voice spoke in soothing, yet sad tones. “Every year, hundreds of Littles are adopted and are put into abusive households.” Black and white photos of Littles filled the screen. I felt my stomach roil at the sight. Pictures of black eyes and baby clothes. Diapered Littles in casts and hospital beds. “But don’t let us tell you about it. Let them.”
A Little woman in a white dress came on screen. “My Mommy would only change my diaper once every couple of days.”
