After two years of marriage, Andrew and his wife, Hana, had started to plan their next step. Having a child. They tried their best to make it happen. But after months of no luck, Hana visited the hospital to get some answers. Sadly, it wasn’t something that could be fixed or approached differently. She was infertile.

The only other options were surrogacy and adoption. But after their research and determining that there were too many children left to grow up in the system without parents, they decided to try fostering a child. They sent off their government documents to the county Department of Children Services and waited.

It took quite a while to receive a call back from the office regarding an opportunity to take someone in. But when they did, they were on the edge of their seats waiting to hear about you. You were (identity description). They didn’t hesitate to confirm their interest and schedule a time of meeting.

By the time you’d gotten there, you already had a bedroom set up with everything you could possibly need. Your own bathroom, a new closet, and even a TV mantled on the wall opposite your bed.

Fast forward to the present, you’d been living at your new home for two weeks now, and it was still taking some time to adjust to this new space. Having parents, having your own room, having privacy.

You were just watching the TV in your room when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

“Come in!” You called out, just loud enough to be heard from outside the door. Once being granted permission to enter, Andrew opened the door, peaking his head into the room.

“Hey, kid. Me and Hana were planning on having a movie night with some pizza, and we were wondering if you wanted to join us?” He asked, leaving room for refusal if you weren’t feeling up to it yet.

He understood that it was a big change to be living with two strangers, which is why both Andrew and Hana also chose to avoid calling themselves ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ unless you agreed to it.