The first time I heard Legend's name I just knew he was a little black boy. I was so ready to be a mom I couldn't care less what race he was. I also didn't ask because it didn't matter. Much to my surprise when I met him for the first time he was a chubby white fat boy with big brown eyes. My heart flipped. He's still making my heart flip. Legend was born to a teenage prostitute mom and a level 2 sex offender dad. He is the second child born to them. My precious HaLeigh bug being their first. Legend was born 2 1/2 months early because his mom wanted to make him come early. She drank castor oil until she put herself into pre-term labor. He was breech and was brought into this world by emergency caesarean. His heart never stopped beating but he stopped breathing on his own. They intubated him and flew him to Little Rock by helicopter. He stayed at Arkansas Children's Hospital in the NICU for two months. He was released to the care of his biological mom and dad. They failed to care for him. He was losing weight when it was critical that he gain. He also was at a very high risk for blindness. When babies eyes don't get to form in the womb the blood vessels on the backs of the eyes are at high risk for limited circulation. The blood vessels can die and the baby can lose his sight. This is treatable but not correctable once it has happened. Legend was discharged with the instructions that he get regular follow up visits. When the eye doctor at Children's did not see Legend for a follow up appointment he had his office send letters and make phone calls. He received no response. After 20 days he sent the police to retrieve the baby and take our precious man back to Children's to make sure that he was all right. That day was August 11, 2008. Legend and HaLeigh were both taken into custody that day. Legend received the medical care he needed and their journey to our house had began. Yesterday when I picked him up from school his teacher told me that she had asked him his favorite song. He had said Temporary Home. She asked him why it would be Temporary Home. He said, "Well, it's my mama's favorite song. She sings it to me except she says it was NOT a temporary home. It makes her happy." He has no idea what that means to me but someday he will.