Sabel’s Story Age: 7-ish
Sabel sat on swing, slowly rocking back and forth kicking his feet in pace with the swing.  He stared at the ground and occasionally looked up at the kids on the jungle gym, or slide.  Every time he looked up, his hands tightened their grips on the chains of the swing.  He sat there and watched the kids one by one go home with both parents at their side.  The sun sank down below the horizon and it was nearly dark when a young woman walked into the park.  She slowly walked up behind Sabel trying not to make a sound.  
“Sabel baby!” They young woman came up from behind Sabel and swung her arms around his torso, picking him up.  She bear hugged him and he let out a small squeak of surprise before giggling.  He flailed his legs and squirmed in the hug trying to wiggle his way free.
“Mama!”  Sabel giggled and wiggled, but his mother’s hug was relentless.  She began to tickle his sides and his giggle turned into laughter while he wiggled and squirmed more.  “So why is my little baby all alone on the swings, hm?”  She asked as she set Sabel on his feet and held out her hand.  Sabel put his hand in his mothers and they walked back towards the apartment complex in which they lived.  Sabel remained quiet for a majority of the walk, looking unusually solemn.  “Kids think I’m weird,” Sabel whispered turning his head upwards to look at his mother. “They say I’m nothing but a Nazi.  A freak.”  Sabel hung his head when he finished.  Sabel’s mother stopped and turned to stand directly in front of Sabel.  “Sabel,” she knelt and tilted his head up to look into his cerulean blue eyes.  “You are no Nazi and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.  They were horrid people and you are a perfect little angel.”  Sabel’s mother looked at him with a smile as she ‘little angel.’  Sabel smiled back, her smile always made him feel safe, warm, loved…