He came to me early in the morning. I usually sleep in on the weekend, but the needs of little ones have no sense of time. "They think he's about two or three," the social worker had said. "I'm on my way to the detention center now to pick him up."I was still in my pajamas when they arrived. She carried him to the door wrapped in a blanket. "We don't know his name," she said. "He's in desperate