Judith drove two hours every week to see her foster brother at the state hospital. She had been doing this for the past five years. She was the only one who would. Their former foster mother couldn’t even stand to look at him after what he did...the pig head. The rope. The knife. The blood...She didn’t get how Judith could. Judith would carry those scars for life because of him.
But Judith was his only family. She felt she had a responsibility to him. He was ill. Society was not kind to those suffering from mental illness. It wasn’t like cancer, something you could scan, measure, and see. Something that could be cut out...
A tale of a mentally ill young man, his foster sister, and multiple pig heads.
Judith drove two hours every week to see her foster brother at the state hospital. She had been doing this for the past five years. She was the only one who would. Their former foster mother couldn’t even stand to look at him after what he did...the pig head. The rope. The knife. The blood...She didn’t get how Judith could. Judith would carry those scars for life because of him.
But Judith was his only family. She felt she had a responsibility to him. He was ill. Society was not kind to those suffering from mental illness. It wasn’t like cancer, something you could scan, measure, and see. Something that could be cut out...
A tale of a mentally ill young man, his foster sister, and multiple pig heads.