Benjamin sat quietly in the back seat the new car with his new parents as they made their way to his new home. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it wasn’t anything like he had imagined. The foster care homes he had been in were temporary, and the uncertainty of bouncing from home to home, packing what little belongings he had in a small duffle bag, had become a comfortable routine for him.
This was different, and he wasn’t sure if the permanent nature of this relationship was a good thing or a terrible mistake. As they pulled into the driveway, his mother said, “We are home.” The words were foreign to Ben. It was like speaking another language to him. Read More