Sammy worked silently putting things away thinking about how much he wished he could be normal and live a normal life.

"Aren't you going to fold those?" asked John, motioning to Sammy's clothes.

"What's the point? We're just going to repack them in a few days anyway" the boy replied solemly.

John sighed heavily. "I know this isn't easy, but it's important work. People need my help."

"I know" Sammy replied. "Just sometimes I wish..." a tear rolled down his cheek.

John took his youngest son and hugged him tight. The boy practically vanished in his father's big, protective arms.