I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

her.

“I entered foster care when I was nine,” she said. “Thomas fostered me at fourteen. Later, he became my guardian.”

My hands curled.

“He left me in foster care.”

“I know.”

“And then he started taking foster kids into his house?”

“Yes.”

A bitter laugh escaped me.

“So that’s it? He practiced being a father to somebody else’s children?”

“No.”

“Then explain continue reading …