Life as he knew it . . .

As we waited in the hospital waiting area, he was drawing pictures in a little note book.  He showed me his drawings of friends playing on a playground and told me the name of each friend.  The second time he showed me his artwork he said, "If my Dad wasn't my dad, or if I had a different dad, I could be with my friends and go to school."  There was no anger in his voice, no sadness, nor emotion.  It was just the way it was - life as he knew it.