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My brother collected turtles once,
picking them off the beach and
adding them to the cardboard box at his side.
He would give them water and food,
let them run around the bathroom,
and cared for them whatever it took.
Until one day mom found out,
I was only two or three,
and she took the baby turtles away.
I do not know what happened to them,
I suspect now she let them die,
but I know that the incident changed my brother.
He would not collect anything anymore,
instead looking carefully but never touching
that which he could not keep.
What adults don't understand is that
it's the little things in kids lives
that give them hope and a way to dream.
© Nicole Coyne