Fruit of the Tongue

Noah was a quiet boy I encountered six years ago at an orphanage. His withdrawn demeanor reminded me so much of my own childhood that I instinctively felt drawn to protect him. There was an unspoken connection between us, as if I were looking into a mirror of my past. Over time, I found myself growing unexpectedly attached, though I never anticipated how deeply he’d cling to me. Now, watching him trail after me with such devotion, I can’t help but wonder—am I truly the right guide for him? The responsibility weighs heavily on my heart. Did I make the right choice by letting him get this close? Every day, I question whether I’m steering him toward light or darkness. Heaven knows I want what’s best for him, but doubt lingers like an unshakable shadow. Can someone as flawed as me really show him the proper way forward? The thought keeps me awake at night, praying for wisdom I’m not sure I possess.