My sister recently began a foster-to-adopt program, taking in a set of three kids. They’re aged 6, 6, and 4. They were taken out of their biological parents care for domestic abuse. The 4-year-old had a broken leg and broken arm, both of which were injuries left unattended for a week or more. She was 2 when this happened. Anyway, my sister and her husband have had these kids for 5 months or so now. The kids are already calling them mommy and daddy. It’s incredibly sweet.
One day, I was talking to the 4-year-old girl that we’ll call Kay. She was on my lap telling me a story she made up about a princess and the princess’s dad. The dad was apparently giving orders around the castle, and he was doing other random things, talking to the princess. Kay stops, she looks at me, and she says in the most innocent of all voices “..but, you know, her daddy was a good daddy. He didn’t hurt her, and he loved her very much, and he never broke her legs or her arms or anything on her ever, he hugged her every day, and gave her lots of kisses before bedtime.” I had to leave the room; it was too much. I just hugged her tight, told her that I loved her to which she replied: “Why didn’t they love me?” That line simply broke me emotionally.
It killed me to think that 4 years old, sweet little Kay had some awareness of what happened to her and she, even though young, knew what it meant for a daddy to be a “good daddy.”
It is easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father.
You were born with the ability to change someone’s life. Don’t ever waste it.
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