I watched through the observation window as a large biker knelt gently in front of little Ruth.Despite his tough appearance, his eyes softened the moment he saw her.
Ruth had spent years moving from home to home, never finding someone who stayed.Many had judged her for the mark on her face instead of the kindness in her heart.But this man looked at her as if she was the most precious child he had ever seen.
Ruth was four years old, quiet, and tender, carrying silence like a shield.She had learned early that rejection hurts more than words can describe.Each family that returned her dimmed her trust a little more.Yet behind her shy eyes lived a child longing for love and stability.All she needed was someone willing to look past appearances and see her soul.
