Some days I think I should just completely stop listening to the news. Some days, like today, it’s just too hard to breathe after hearing certain news stories, too hard to live with the burden of knowing about tragedies it would have been so easy to go without ever knowing about.
Tragedies like this story about a 6-year-old Down’s Syndrome boy found living in the attic of his home where his mother apparently dumped him and did her best to forget he was there.
Deputies said they were called to the 8200 block of Center Drive around 5 p.m. Wednesday by a relative to conduct a welfare check on the 6-year-old. Deputies said they checked the home and talked to the mother, Rachel L. Perez, who claimed the boy was not at home. After running her name through their database, deputies arrested Perez.
At 11 p.m. Wednesday, deputies went back to the home at the request of a relative and found the boy in the attic of the home. Deputies described the boy as very fragile and malnourished and said the boy was extremely thin. The boy’s skeletal structure could easily be seen due to his level of malnourishment.
The mother, of course, has been arrested. She’s going to be arraigned this afternoon. The little boy is at Children’s Mercy Hospital in Kansas City, Missouri. There’s no word, at this point, about whether he’ll be placed with relatives or will begin what’s certain to be a scary and sad journey through the foster care system. Did I mention the woman has two little girls and is currently pregnant with another? Those kids are victims now, too.
This story so upset me that I’ve been throwing up all morning.
There was a time when The Big-Eyed Boy was little and I would’ve given anything to give him a little brother, when the thought of twice as much noise, twice as much mess, twice as many hugs to enjoy was everything I wanted. It wasn’t in the cards for us, though, and I guess things turned out exactly as they should be.
But I sure hope there’s a woman with a big heart and a happy, bright, wide-open home waiting to love this little boy who’s been caged in an attic, who has only known “home” as a place of terror and fear. I hope they find each other, and that she gives him every hug he should’ve been receiving all these years… and then some.
And I hope his biological mother finds herself someday soon in a small, dark, miserably hot place where no one listens to her screams, just like she must’ve ignored her son’s. A prison cell. Hell. I don’t care. I just hope she suffers for a very, VERY long time.