Marco - 16. Chapter 16

Summers, the house was full again, Efraim’s nephews and Karl Marco stayed with us. We did buy two horses, and Efraim fixed the buggy. Sunday afternoon, we would take the boys to the park. I was wondering how long before Efraim would want to adopt. Pastor Burry answered that question for us. He brought a young lad to us one evening. He was 14 years old, told his parents he was gay. His father tossed him out of the house. One of his ranch hands picked up the boy and brought him to Pastor Burry.

When Pastor brought him to us, the boy was crying. He looked at us. Efraim had him in a hug before I could say yes. I knew there was no way this young man was going to the streets. I could see the tears in Efraim’s eyes as he remembered how it was when he was on the streets in London.

Chris was the first. Over the years, our family grew as Pastor Burry brought boys to our home. The boys he didn’t bring, Efraim made it his mission, and there would be no street boys in our town.

The third time was a charm for me. Ten years have passed since Ephraim knocked on my door. Who said all good things come to those who wait. What they didn’t say, I would have to wait until he came from across the sea.