“He’ll probably enter the foster system.”
Looking down at his tiny hand curled around my finger brought back a memory I had spent years trying to bury. When I was six, I had sat in a
county office listening to adults argue about who would take responsibility for me after my parents were gone.
“No. He comes home with me.”
Because my social-work studies had already required foster-care certification, obtaining temporary guardianship moved surprisingly quickly. Marlene ridiculed the decision as another attempt to get attention, while Vanessa was even more vicious.
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